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Listen good
I demand to be understood


Cry me a mote
Build me a tower


Do not wish to die
Every second...
Every minute...
Of every hour...


Instead of yourself, kill time
By climbing up that tower


Exempt yourself of your crime
Rid yourself of that sick, emotional slime


Don't you dare cower
Higher...
Higher...
And higher up you climb...


Hear the whispers of the Angels chime
Brush your finger against the cleansing thyme


Take a moment to realize
It is not with your surging heart we idealize


I urge you to theorize
Higher...
Higher...
And higher up you climb...


You have reached the stars and the moon
Pushed past the sky


A more lovely purpose to swoon
Than to swoon as your pulse fades and you die


NOW JUMP!
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