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BEFORE
Everything that I want to say has been said before
It's been done before.
It's been played before, mislaid before.
Been done by two, by three, by four.
Everything that I wanted to do has been done before
on the bench, on the floor.
And behind the door, or by four-on-the-floor
Dressed by Dior who stood and swore...
"I long to explore the ocean floor
or get shipwrecked, many miles from shore
Cling to the oar, get washed ashore
but what's the score, it's been done before."
Even my snore that you can't ignore and is such a bore.
It's been snored before.
And I'm saddle sore so I fall to the floor.
And go looking for the liquor store.
There's nothin' new to be sorry for, to say "I abhor" or learn to adore
It's all as old as the Trojan War, and what were the Trojans fighting for?
A corps. a floor, a key to the door A chance to prove themselves once more?
But I don't want to prove nothin' no more
and if I ever did, it's been proved before
by a thousand improvs who, I'm sure, said, "No-one's ever improved before."
Even the words I'm grasping for have been used and abused and confused before.
I stand on the floor that's been walked before with nothing more than desire to impore...
Don't ignore my words, Senor, though you've heard them all before
There's more in store that I could send for, and what is more I have the floor.
I know the score, my throat is sore, but throats have all been sore before
and medicines you can't ignore have made their way into folklore.
I'd kill myself but it's been done before.
It's done every day. It's such a bore.
Though I deplore I know the score
I'm another pair of shoes on the same dance floor
or the candy store or the fire door
I don't want to think about it anymore.
I roar, I pour, sure, grope for, rapport, say "what is he groping for?"
© 2004 S.Kiely
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