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“Good Question, Macbeth” Do I seem closer than I appear? On your mirror as you drove away from here Closing arguments state nothing but the facts The truth was lost so long ago, it's hardly evidence Won't you save me one by one? Pieces fall unto the ground, soak up the sun, grow big and tall as one You seem so positive Is that your answer? Because there won't be a chance to second guess Who was the best? Who was the best? Third round, roundabout The highest numbers will barely scratch the surface of doubt Can I be your exhibit C? So I can see you point at me, one last time, before I have to go away for awhile Can I write down everything you say? I don't want to miss a single phrase, look to me if you forget your line Can I paint the triumphant pose? Of you leaning over arguing to a group of people who know everything that you did You seem so positive Is that your answer? Because there won't be a chance to second guess Who was the best? Who was the best? Third round, roundabout The highest numbers will barely scratch the surface of doubt |