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So Near and yet So Near

There’s a man who lives in a London apartment,

And he’s really blowing his mind,

Says it’s the fault of the government.

And he thinks he’s going blind,

Because all he sees is darkness,

But he says it’s all a lark, yes.

There’s a beggar who lives on his weak, so weak, knees

And he says he’s losing his head,

Claims it’s the fault of the zombies,

And the people in power are the living dead.

Says he thinks he’s going to die,

But he knows it’s the living dead who lie.

There’s a teacher who lives in a school,

And he says he’s going wild.

He says he knows what they are doing,

And everybody is filed.

He says he’s going to learn

What the children should know,

Says he’s started to burn,

But he cannot melt the snow.

There’s a policeman who lives in a cell,

Says his job’s like living in hell.

Says he must be heaven sent,

’Cause he’s the only one who knows it’s bent.

Yes, he wishes he could fly

So he could leave and live in the sky.

There’s the old man who sits on the shelf,

Says he’s losing his wealth,

And he could really care about his health,

And he couldn’t really care about his health,

Just wealth . . .

There’s the young boy who sits on the fence,

Says sitting on the fence don’t make no sense,

Says he’s going to have a child by a wife,

Cut the fraction with a knife.

There’s always enough, but no one will explore

The shadow behind the door,

So near and yet so far . . .