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Cease to speak
All the angels went to sleep
The magazine
Lies half open on my knees
The cover girl
Winks an eye without affection
All her life
In the pages of some publication
A vivisection

Wise men write
About things they seem to master
Others' lives
Torn from dreams into disasters
I don't want
I don't want to be
One of them
Critizicing every move I make

Chasing your dreams
Was so easy when we were just kids
And now it feels
Everybody burdens you with this
Counting the times
When the love went sour, so unreal
Just like the story
On the cover of a magazine