Ant Smith

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Let The Shadow Grow

I will sit in shadow

If the sun is beating down

I will bite my tongue

If there's laughter all around

I will break my fingers

If there's a beating of a drum

I will miss the point

If the point is having fun

My mind it is mis-wired

And my brain it can backfire

I have a paranoia that

I'm sinking in the mire

I would stand aside

If you were stood in line

I would be a clown if

You were so sublime

I would tell a truth

If all you needed was a lie

I would show you yours

If you would show me mine

My mind it is mis-wired

And my brain it can backfire

I have a paranoia that

I'm sinking in the mire

I won't take a pretty picture

If my eyes they are deceived

I won't tell a little tale

If it just won't be believed

I won't wallow in a joy

When life is misery

I won't swallow a cheap ploy when

You ask what's wrong with me

My mind it is mis-wired

And my brain it can backfire

I have a paranoia that

I'm sinking in the mire

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