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 Last night a man was walking
 He strolled a stream of broadways
 Last night a man was walking 
 I saw him pass my doorway
 And on a whistle he played a hymn
 Like a chime in sacred domes
 And the sorrow lied within 
 That everlasting tone
 When I realized that it was him, 
 I should have known.
 I should have known
 
 In my bleak and brittle slumber
 I ran out in the streets
 In the garbage and the gutters
 Audacious rats would feast
 And the warm and cozy covers
 Veiled motions over dreams
 Where lovers and non-lovers
 Shook portraits with family themes 
 And the answers to my question 
 Were never seen.
 Never were seen.
 
 I ran towards that stranger
 I grabbed the coat he wore
 And in that midnight danger
 I sensed the chill he bore
 And then he turned around 
 His eyes a cackling crow
 And his scars, they marked a ground 
 For the wounds that they bestowed
 When I realized that it was him
 I should have known 
 I should have known
 
 He was trembling from fear
 When I walked along his side
 And the whistle he held dear 
 Was once Hieronymus Bosch's pride
 The moon stood above the night
 Like silver in the rain
 Like my conscience holding tight
 Before it hurls down the drain 
 When I realized, it was my Wastrel 
 I sensed his pain
 I sensed his pain
 
 My Wastrel he was, vagabond
 Of destiny and passion 
 Who wanders through my dreams,
 But my days he can not fashion
 My Wastrel he was, evil bliss
 Tongue of poisoned berries
 Who sells from door to door,
 Needles and dictionaries
 
 Last night a man was walking
 He walked from door to door
 Last night a man was walking 
 Blood was spilt he walks no more
 On his whistle I played a hymn
 Like a chime in sacred domes
 And the sorrow lied within 
 That everlasting tone
 When I realized that I was him, 
 You should have known
 You should have known
 
 Your Wastrel I am, vagabond
 Of destiny and passion
 Who wanders through your dreams, 
 But your days he can not fashion
 Your Wastrel I am, evil bliss
 Tongue of poisoned berries
 Who he sells from door to door 
 Needles and dictionaries 
 
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