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Voltaire

The Chosen

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Last night a moth came to my bedand filled my tired weary headwith horrid tales of you.I can`t believe it`s true.But then the lamp shade smiled at me.It said, "Believe" it said, "Believe."I want you to know it`s nothing personal.First time I had sex, I was three.First time consenting was thirteen.Though you weren`t there, you remindme of those hands.Roses are red, violets are blueIf I`m schizophrenic, then I am too!Whatever it takes to escape.I hope you understandwhy I`m forced to take your life in my hands.I want you to know it`s nothing personal.And though we`ve never metI`ve seen your image in a million waking dreams.Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."Did I ever tell you, you look like my mother?She once left me in a supermarket.I promised myself that I`d never feel that way again.Did I ever tell you that you look like my dear old mother?I hope you understandwhy I`m forced to take my life in your name.I want you to know, it`s nothing all the same.And though we`ve never metI`ve seen you image in a million waking dreams.Your eyes call to me, "Set me free."It`s not easy being the chosen.

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