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An old man gave me a tip, he said:
‘Don't waste your time with politics,’ he said,
‘Just chase skirts, instead’
‘Life is too short,
And your almost dead,’ he said.

I met a woman once,
Gave her my best shot
But never did I talk,
And talk and talk.
If I had her back
I'd be as real as my age.
I so don't blame them,
I wouldn't do the same
But I can blame them,
I'd sing her this:

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn't fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear,
Get a grip.

And I think what I just wrote is going over my head,
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I'm stealing lines from myself.
And what I said,
Was never said.

It’s just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry,
But imagery doesn't fit.
And you want resizing.
But darling dear,
Get a grip

You’re moving but you’re not aware
You’re drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what your painting
What your painting

Thanks to _Zeemo91_ for these lyrics