LYRIC

He learned to identify with the fleas in the doorkeeper's collar
He learned all their names, he learned what each could do
He appealed to their sense of vanity with kindly words and gifts

And sometimes thoughts of love, and sometimes he thought it helped
But none of it really helped, none of his gifts or words changed a thing
They always saw right through him

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