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limericks carved 
By the old pay phone 

[Chorus]
And in your picture book 
I'm trying hard to see 
Turning endless pages 
Of this tragedy 
Sculpting
Outgrown the big top
But still shadowed by a doubt
Acrobats deceive, deceive me
No safety net to help you out
Self-conscious discipline
Picture yourself when you're getting old
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa, a long time
words
I can hear them now

This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture

I'm sitting by the window
Watching
her out from my tower
Reality focused through forbidden lenses
She owns enough of preciousness
A penalty given by the source

But I still have no
Picture yourself when you're getting old, 
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[?]. 
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long
Picture yourself when you're getting old, 
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[?]. 
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long
words
I can hear them now

This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture

I'm sitting by the window
Watching
Justice is served by killing you! 

Funeral games shall honor out fallen sons 
Once free condemned to savage torture 
Aristocrats sit high and watch
Picture yourself, when you're getting old
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa a long time
Kept warm by the light of the lantern
Lost sight of everything tonight
My presence blackens their pattern
A pock in the healthy and calm 

Their
Excellent words. 
I can hear them now. 
This is the picture. 
I'm sitting by the window. 
Watching the snow fall. 
I'm looking out. 
And I'm moving.
I've been, 
You can set me free

The one I see, 
A blinded fool corrupting me
From within, worn away

Find, by mind, abusive ways
Allures me from
Too eager to appease
The cure is the disease
And it's only growing worse

Day by day it takes its hold
Divides its cells a thousand-fold
Seasons pass by the shells/of the names unknown /silent a void of thought darkening/cells of the mind

Taken from the blind/scorn for all their
Picture yourself when you're getting old
You sat by the fireside, pondering all
Picture book, pictures of your mama
Taken by your papa a long time
Picture yourself when you're getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering all
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time
Are the pictures from life's other side

Just a picture from life's other side
Someone has fell by the way
A life has gone out with the tide
That
from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day

There's a poor old mother
One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken
Singing a song to myself
I'm singing a song to myself

Pictures in your mind
Out of focus and unkind
Picture me
I picture you
Outside the sun
Simon Diamond sold his soul
Changed his name by deed poll
Started out as Simon Russell
Lived his life inside a nutshell
Oooh ooooh Oooooooh
A picture from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day

There's a poor
It went right by me
At the time it went over my head
I was looking out the window
I should have looked
At your face instead 

It went right by
creature laughed out its scorn to the dawn
The sun wasn't able to send down its light, swallowed by thoughts in my mind
Dark was my conscience, I was