I call you up ; THEY cool me down . They drown me with a siphon spewing Ice-knives, nail me to my shadow, case me in a plaster-cast and cost me Down the mine. I'll dig until my fingers shine and blood runs down the Walls. They wanted coal but i'll keep scraping 'til i'm striking gold. It's fools' gold, but then i'm just a fool. Be sure it's real enough for Me. I'll make a crown ; i'll take my princess to the holy ground. We'll Waltz around the stone so fast, we'll twist into another time. Another Home. You, me - a few well chosen friends because we need them. It's so Lonely caged in Eden eating apples only because we're so damned bored. You Fool! ME the fool in a black shirt, red scarf, black slacks, slack jaw Shouting at the wall. Shouting at the ground. Shouts! Shouts! Never mind, It's only a dream - no matter no meaning (though it's real at the time)
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