Tom: C
Introdução:
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Sometimes it's very scary here sometimes it's very sad
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Sometimes I think I'll disappear be_times I think I have
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There's a line snaking down my mirror
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Splintered glass distorts my face
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And though the light is strong and strange
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It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place
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There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds
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But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
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And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair
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A cracked mirror mid the drapes of the landing
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Split image, labored understanding
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I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home
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I've lived in houses composed of glass
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Where every movement is charted
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But now the monitor screens are dark
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And I can't tell if silent eyes are there
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My words are spiders upon the page
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They spin out faith, hope and reason
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But are they meet and just, or only dust gathering about my
chair?
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Sometimes I get the feeling that there's
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Someone else there
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The faceless watcher [he] makes me uneasy
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I can feel him through the floorboards, and His presence is creepy
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He informs me that I shall be expelled
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What is that but out of and into
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I've lived in houses of brick and lead
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Where all emotion is sacred
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And if you want to devour the fruit
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You must first sniff at the fragrance
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And lay your body before the shrine
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With poems and posies and papers
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Or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
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To stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant
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What is this place you call home?
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Is it a sermon or a confession?
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Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
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Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
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Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
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Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
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Does the idol have feet of clay?
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Home is what you make it, so my friends all say
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But dont't you know I rarely see their homes in these dark days
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Some of them are snails and carry houses on their backs
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Others live in monuments which, one day, will be racks
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I keep my home in place with sellotape and tin-tacks
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But I still feel there's some other Force here
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He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
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Keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall
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He ravages my library and taps the telephone
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I've never actually seen Him
But I know He's in my home
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And if he goes away
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I can't stay here either
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I believe - er - I think - well, I don't know
I only live in one room at a time
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I am surrounded by flesh and bone
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I am a temple of living
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I am a hermit, I am a drone
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And I am boning out a place to be
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With secret garlands about my head
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Unearthly silence is broken
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The room is growing dark, and in the stark light
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I can see a face I know
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Could this be the guy who never shows
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The cracked mirror what he's feeling
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Merely mumbles prayers to the ground where he's kneeling
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Home is home is home is home is home is
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House is house is house is] home is me
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All you people looking for your houses
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Don't throw your weight around, you might break your glasses
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And if you do, you know you just can't see
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And then how are you to find the dawning of the day?
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- Day is just a word I use to keep the dark at bay
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And people are imaginary, nothing else exists
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Except the room I'm sitting in
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And, of course, the all-pervading mist
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Sometimes I wonder if even that's real
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Maybe I should de-louse this place
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Maybe I should de-place this louse
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Maybe I'll maybe my life away
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In the confines of this silent house
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Sometimes it's very scary here sometimes it's very sad
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Sometimes I think I'll disappear sometimes I think