When you size it up- The disguise you stumble into- Doesn't take you any farther- From the truth inside you- Whether you pretend- with Oscar winning acting- Or a magicians illusions- Or even a con mans lies- You won't see baby Jesus in the trash- When your hiding behind the Fly- It seems this front- Is a poor attempt- To hide from the man- You used to be- And in your drunkards paradise- You swallow your will- Just as Elvis did with his hamburgers- And small white sleeping pills- You have fallen into the roles you've acted- And in each moment, little by little- The cluttered image of faces- Taken from the most private of places- Has begun to destroy the man- Who stood defiantly and confidently- Against the odds, in this heartland-
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Birth sign: Libra
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