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1st Movement:
Yes, I'm a pile of symptoms,
But is it just a phase?
Such an artifice this is, you Fool,
He wears a flash suit but there's shit on his hands,
Look at me now, just don't look at me,
I'm bored myself but with you, I am boring,
The Fool in anonymity,
Fulfill my anonymity.
2nd Movement:
Tie and bound,
Keep me like the animal I am,
Tied and bound,
This animal I am,
And I won't mind if you'll stay with me.
3rd Movement:
Old Boy is at the whorehouse again,
Sucks on a pipe, in a haze of plague dust,
He sinks into the night,
Old Boy - colour his life monochorome,
So far from us now, 'neath his black hood of guilt,
He slips into the night,
Goodnight Old Boy,
Close your eyes and think of England.
4th Movement:
Was it just a phase?
What a risk to show your face around here,
What are your symptoms, child?
The child is the symptom of the fountainhead,
Are you afraid of what calls from the garden at night?
Better it be a Fool than some kind of sage,
To be human is to play The Fool.
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