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| | D | A |
| | | let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, |
| | C | G |
| | | we have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, |
| | D | A |
| | | syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, |
| | C | G | D |
| | | | the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, |
| | D | A |
| | | we've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast, |
| | C | G |
| | | grandiloquent our attitude, impassioned yet inept, |
| | D | A |
| | | frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous our threat, |
| | C | G | D |
| | | | excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less, |
| | F | C |
| | | when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived |