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Michael McGuire
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Room Full of Toys
My muse is a naked bitch, Leaves me as poor as she is rich, A slave to this moon of magic, A fool for the tangled tragic.
It's the kind of love that defines what love is, It's got nothing to do with the shop of show biz.
It's a noise trap for all my noise, My life of time in a room full of toys.
I am a shipwrecked soul, But I'm halfway to my whole, And sometimes I think I'm right, But I know I'm worth the fight.
It's something even if it comes to naught, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This rain sculpture the gods of I have wrought.
It's a noise trap for all my noise, My life of time in a room full of toys.
Sometimes I forget the stars Sometimes the night is a stranger My soul is out parking cars Dead to my midnight danger.
Day-blue and waiting for my component dreams To show me back to my skull-digging schemes A world of wonders in a room full of toys A thundering silence for a life full of noise.
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