Come Back Later

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Come back when the jungle's quiet.
When I'm done with the prayers and the vibrato and the swearing,
Then we can talk.
Come back when the bread is ready and the sky is finished disintegrating,
And I'll have a nice lie ready for you.
Come back when I'm not so sinful and not so proud of it.
I'll take off my bells and my war paint.
Maybe I'll wash the applause and the gold dust out of my ears,
And I'll become normal.
Yes,
Come back when I'm normal.





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