I'm living but I'm feeling numb, can see it in my stare I wear a mask so falsely numb, and I don't know who I am Despite the worlds inside of me, thwarting
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The jeweler Has a shop On the corner of the boulevard In the night, In small spectacles, He polishes old coins He uses spit and cloth and ashes He makes
My father always promised me That we would live in France We'd go boating on the Seine And I would learn to dance We lived in Ohio then He worked
