It's It's time to dress the stage. I've got it all laid out here in between my ears, but I don't know how To slide the scissors

Down the ribbon, right

Then you come

nursing through the door

Your head up on fire

I rush to put it out

You say there's no time

This place is a disaster

The curtains are tired

For dragging on the floor, get them up.

Our story will unfold

As it's written in real time

As impending every line colored snakes uncoil

From the mouths of all the players here and now the tremors are stirring the bodies are wavering like tall grass down in the valley we made of clay my breath is a gale your arms and earthquake we came to learn the harder way

I thought you might not want to stay

I think we're going to lose our head

In the end

Because I've got the gusto

You've got the know-how, put them together, baby, we've got a show now, we've got no money, so we'll have to pour some favors from our friends.

This one's in accent, this one's a comment

This one can sing a song to break your heart kid

I've got a feel and this will unravel just as we had hoped

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