What
has
happened
to my
sha-
dow
how
many
colors
are
in eyes
of
the
foolish
some-
one
has
us
in
this
place
time
where
no one
knows
how
ta
care
Sit-
ting
in room
of
echoes
who
knows
why
it
keeps
re-
peats
my-
self
could
it
be
open
space
fire truck
runs by
follo-
wing
what
she had
been
sayin
i'm
sha-
ming
my-
self
no
one
comes
lookin
for me
be-
cause
its
hard
ta get
out
of
her
yellin
let me
stretch
my legs
his
head
has been
filled now
said
the
Muse
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