we are beguiled by falsity of scale
exotic names that twist on wayward tongue
like an old coil that now has come unsprung
what's ready is perched eager on the nail
looking for all the world like something stung
we are beguiled by falsity of scale
into believing that we will not fail
that we are powerful and all still young
since the last chorus has not yet been sung
we are beguiled by falsity of scale
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