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You´re sitting in this room - the kind made for living - the kind made for giving. So you´re taking a lil much but you´re throwing forth all you´ve got - never wanting to be something you´re not - someone they´ve bought. And you sold a few dreams or at least you´re letting them lease for these things hold untold value worth more than a life a piece. But you make peace with your inner demons though you don´t demand your freedom. You ink some treaty instead and now you´re pretty out of reason for the season is near when you wish to hold someone close to the window with the most light that shows through and shows you all the ways you thought you had wanted it to be. But at most you can see you´ve compromised your ticket into the gates of heaven and even the gates of hell for you played a pasteurized praire-dog pawn to both sides and you thought you could hide by pleasing everyone in sight but now you´ve lost your mind - you´ve lost the light - you´ve got no guidance as to what´s wrong and right. So you just look for a lady - one that doesn´t exist - knowing never to find her means the journey forever persists. And onward you go in ways the wind is blown from a clearing upon a hill to a mountain in the clouds to an alley in some town that maybe one of these days you´ll stay and live out your life in all its strange ways - whichever had their say and rose above the rest to find a place to lay their head - a place to go to bed and to say some silly prayer and stick your feet from beneath the sheets and sleep and sleep and sleep until the day it never ends.