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Tiny man with tiny  plans

Where are you going to run to

When the game comes to an end

What will you do then tiny man


Gilded cage

Set the stage

Justice waits

Outside the door


All the power in the world

Will not save you from yourself

Bleeding from your brain

You can not keep your lies straight


When it ends as it always does

Will you pay the piper appropriately

Or will you take the coward’s way

Perhaps sooner than you anticipate


Given all that you have set to play

Time is closing in on your game

Pink Ladies in pink champagne

Is a quiet way out of this nightmare


JD

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