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Struck Dead by Inspiration
Don’t you realize what you see
Every time you see her?
Don’t you realize that it’s me
Hiding behind the mirror?
Oh, how my poor heart aches
When I look into your eyes
Every time I see your face
Another part of me dies.
Don’t you realize what you’ve done
To me, you’re one-time pleasure?
Don’t you realize that you’ve run
Away with my soul’s only treasure?
Oh, how my poor heart aches
When you look into her eyes
Every time she sees your face
Another part of me dies.
There you stand, watching me write
As I’m struck dead by inspiration
Don’t you realize what I cite
Is just you, my fascination?
Oh, how my poor soul aches
When from her bed you rise
Every time you kiss her face
Another part of me dies.
Where does this leave me
What does this web mean?
Oh, my darling, can’t you see
You’re made up of my dreams?
Oh, how my poor soul aches
When you two lie and watch the skies
Every time she strokes your face
Another part of me dies.
How can I survive any longer?
So many parts of me dead
Let the suffering make me stronger
So you will die instead.
Oh, how my poor heart aches
When your love you freely give
Every time you see my face
I know that I will live
When you need a helping hand
You’ll not find a friend, you’ll die
You will suffer and I will stand
I won’t run and I will not cry.
You watch me as I die
Better run, better hide
How long did you lie
To me, your vengeful bride?
I now rise from my grave
Emboldened by desperation
From my hand you will not be saved
As you’re struck dead by inspiration.
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