Bell Jar Blues - Lead Sheet, Page 2 of 4: Midnight smog-rain rolling in, my eyes burn in the mist. Starlight from the lesser suns is so soon filtered out. While elsewhere in this galaxy rage debates that we exist. And I confess that, like the rest, I, too, have had some doubt. Ah, the center of the universe is the solitary mind. But I'm famished for the fringes and the benefits in store.


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