Everything

I need a muse
I need something I can’t refuse
I need a pastor and a Bishop
I need a helping of the blues
I need a heart
I really need a place to start
I need to turn up, green light
And get lost out in the dark

Like the scarecrow needs a brain
I need a place to start again
I want to watch the world burn
But I need someone to blame
I need a bottle and a smoke
But I really need you more
I really need to see through you
But I can’t see past the door

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