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Get
out of my head.
Get
out of my head.
Our time is passed.
Our moment is gone.
Our love is dead.
So
go ahead and wreck
the dreams
of another dreamer
instead.
Go ahead.
Go right ahead.
This
one is tired
of being clothed and fed
with
your lies.
This
one is tired
of being led
by the nose.
Yes, I am tired of being led.
Oh, how I am tired of being led.
So
let it be known,
and let it be said,
and let it be written,
and let it be read,
that I'd rather be dead,
yes, I'd rather be dead,
then let you again
into my head.
End of Book Nine
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