The Writer

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The other side of the room
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an empty bottle lies broken
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Purple faces are sure,
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of snow white sheets to soak in

His clothes are spread around,
they smell of perspiration
A half eaten meal
attracts the flies attention

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Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man's 
cries
Do I Do I Do I Do I Look in his eyes
Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies
Do I Do I Do I Do I Do I?

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Take a paper towel and place it 
G        A
over his head
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Phone up reception and report 
     A
him as dead
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Open up the window and expose 
     A
him to light
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Push it all away from me ... No 
              Dm      C G
that can't be right ...
A       Dm      C   G  A
Ri High hight ...

A continental breeze
has set the blinds in motion
Brings just a hint of change
from the Atlantic Ocean

The ancient church bell rings.
Defies the march of progress
The senoritas said
you were too young to notice