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| Ode to the Bell It is the end of the day, He is not listening to what anyone may say. It is the end of the year, And all he can hear Is the tick tock tick tock Of the slow moving clock. He waits with sweaty hands, And dreams of being in soft sands. It sounds like angels singing, When he finally hears the bell ringing. He jumps and begins to run, Out into the bright, bright sun. But the students sit aghast, They never knew the teacher could run so fast. |
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| Same Old, Same Old It's the same old story, It is the same old hell, It's only gory, 'Cause it's mine to tell. I thought the battle won, I thought I was free, But when the day's done, The demon's in me. The night softly falling, I need somebody near, But silence is calling, It is all I hear. It is the same old song, It is the same old tune, A heart waiting long, For love to come soon. |
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| Am I am what I am But not as I seem My life is but the shadow of a dream I do what I do I live as I die Tomorrow's just another day to cry I say what I say But not as I hear The true answers lie in a fog so clear I am what I am Not the me that you know She never lived but died years ago |