Huddled

[00:13.75] Endless sound of shutting down your spiraling notebook factory
[00:20.56] Give back your inkwell of egos, system's leaking
[00:27.30] Spare you your attention to the endless dance recital
[00:34.26] Give to you your lesson as you're barely speaking
[00:40.70] And huddled
[00:44.70] Having won, and do you have a light?
[00:51.17] You can't know this
[00:54.08] Kiss like morphine
[01:01.77] Give to them your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
[01:08.53] Great police who guard the gates, King Richard and the Dragging Asses
[01:15.42] Who was our first president, and who will be the last?
[01:22.48] Are you yet convinced when you are sleeping in class?
[01:28.76] And huddled
[01:32.64] Through the smoke, your lover comes at last
[01:38.76] Through escaping
[01:41.91] Not having given in
[01:48.46] To one eye winking
[01:54.98] And straying from the garden through battle-scarred terrain
[02:01.46] And to the witch's son, to you, he will explain
[02:08.06] His photos, patients, synthetic sync technique
[02:12.74] He's getting warmer every word he speaks
[02:17.94] And inundated with his hair dye streaks
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