There's blood on the pages
You better all gather round
Shush the nonsense of those around you
Make you love me without a sound
I can string the words together
That you'll one day learn to feel
And the ones that tickle your tongue
Well it's my job to invent the wheel
Where your brain just doesn't quite function
When your words, they always fall flat
If the world doesn't seem to understand you
I've got a phrase for that
If passion is what pulls you forward
Or a devil should bring you down
There's a page that works to free you
You better all gather round
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