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Your promises are like your threats.
Against the odds for taking bets.
If I don't listen any more
It isn't half what you ignore.
Like a map without a road,
Like a menu with no meal,
Like a name without a dog,
Or a secret with no seal,
There's a valley of the blind
Where the one-eyed man is king
And the signet of the Beast
Is on the Papal Ring.
The only loans you ever make
Are of the debts you never pay.
The only way to win the game
Is to never even play.
The only songs you sing are ones
You don't even believe.
The only homes you keep
Are the places that you leave.
You savor the success
You're not craving any more.
You only win the day
When you find it quite a bore.
The day that I was born
The Easter Gypsy said
I'd find myself alone
Among the living dead.
I'm a man without a home.
I'm a pawn without a game.
I'm famously unknown.
I'm a slave without a chain.
I'm a wizard with no magic.
I'm a sadhu without shame.
I'm a fool without his folly.
I'm a king that doesn't reign.
The day that I was born
The Easter Gypsy said
I'd hear the angel's horn
In a devil woman's bed.
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