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I was born in the summer of Sam |
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Smaller and sooner than planned |
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In the spitting image of a man |
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Raised by wolves on the fat of the land |
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Clear of romance beauty and damned |
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Tomorrow will come if she can |
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Just want a woman who can walk on a wire |
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With a trembling glass in her hand |
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Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls |
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Down the valley deeper still it goes |
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Got my weapons out laying low |
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On this end of the telescope |
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Alone you ramble the whole of the world |
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Through black water jungles for bliss |
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It's feast or famine you eat what you kill |
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There's no need to bring God in to this |
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My heart is heavy and pressed to the bond |
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Some people too heavy to hold |
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Salutations take me as I am |
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You can have me or leave me alone |
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Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below |
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Here in death you see new adventures grow |
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I see you at last but most a ghost |
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This will not be easy |
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Word's out the doctor is not coming in |
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This genie's too angry to go back |
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Into the bottle again |
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Closer than ever covered in birds |
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A bone colored moon fills the west |
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Throats will be slashed and flags will unfurl |
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As time will divide us in gangs |
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Years of progress digging the sand |
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Companions we made didn't last |
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Lousy lovers do well with their hands |
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But I'll reach you like nobody can |
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Slow and easy you let your paddle go |
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Down a the bottom there is more hell to row |
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I see clear at last I love I loathe |
