a funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade
a saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid
whittled with an exacto knife
plum right through my load bearing wall
I\'m horrified now that I could do such a thing
but I thought I saw the singer
I\'ve heard those chimes so many other times
but if I gave in, it had to of been
I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon
since I gave in, it had to of been
since I gave in, I hope it had to been
I\'m not an optimist, I\'m not a realist
I might be a subrealist, but I can\'t substantiate
it was bigger than me and I felt like a sick child
dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle
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