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I could be the tiger, I could be the snake
I could be the fire, I could be the lake
I could be the sky-bird waiting on the wind
I could be the devil waiting to begin
See, I was the wounded master, oh then I was the slave
My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they would not behave
See, I was the holy writer then I was the page
I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage
But now you're telling me my heart's sick
And I'm telling you I know
And you're telling me you're leaving
And I'm telling you to go
