I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.
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A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
H-His hands reach out and choke me.
And all the time he's mumbling...
And all the time he's mumbling...
Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough.
Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying
t-to the moment we leave dying,
it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
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dead poet's society requiem for a dream: youtu.be/MOf4sY0ZZ3E