My Glass House

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While i sit alone in this room
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i've got crates full of sorrow
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even more filled with shadows
       Am
that i fish out and ridicule
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when i'm feeling lonely.
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I'm lacking sense, but bound
in a very specific direction
it's phenomenal and unprecedented
it's a chip of the old block
and a step up the new ladder.

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Chorus:
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Mr.Scribe, i write to you
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pen and penchant aimed
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to pour over a fool
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left with no more rhymes
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i'm poetically franchised.
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I'm in charge for the day
in terminal wanderlust
i've excited my worst thoughts
exorcised what was lost
am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i
 not?

I'm not sure what sad is
but listless i'm not
my lists are never ending
and my emotions aren't store-bought
and tears, they either deceive or 
endear me

[chorus]

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i'm your little golden nugget 
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collecting dust
         C                         
bored with my own stale and 
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directed thoughts
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in a place where so much life and 
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loves abound
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it's amazing how little tempts me
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from my glass house.
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