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from your angle of persuasion
to my constant aggravation
where your face is in the way
of all the things I have to say
and your lips begin to preach
to the choir out of reach
when the listening becomes dim
it's time you turned your ticket in
turn it off and let it go
for there is nothing left to show
as your stories turn to smoke
may your voice begin to choke
and the words left in your head
hollow shabby left for dead
facing mirror look inside
from yourself you cannot hide