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I listened while you sang.
You watched, while I hanged myself outside your door.
Coming back for more.
Don't you leave me there too long.
The day is all but gone, and the rider on his steed,
passed by the begger's plea.
Charging off to war, no mercy for the poor,
but an arrow to your heart. Tear your world apart.
Oh, planter of the seed, what joy is it to feed
a nation with it's cry,'Together we shall die'?
Today, the wheel has spun, what tomorrow shall become.
Oh, lead on if you will, my ears have had their fill.
My eyes can't see you anymore.
I'm right outside your door.