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The Orphan, The Poet
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Thieves Beneath the Bed
We are lost boys, but we're not missing.
Filled our beds up with stones disguising our empty sheets.
You call our name, but we're not listening.
You filled our heads up with smoke, even now you still scream...
Wake up kid you must be dreaming, but I woke up it's you who's sleeping.
Fast asleep with thieves beneath the bed.
And what if I can't close my eyes again, scared to grow up just to be them.
You curse their name but just sticks and stones,
'cause all of your treasure it's just fools gold.
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We are lost boys.
Forged your anchors as coins disguised, so lost boys won't fly.
We are the ones, we are the ones
Who are lost but won't live out in fear.
'Cause things that we've done, the things that we run from,
You'll never sew that shadow back to our heels.
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