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[Verse 1] |
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Indochina: Capa jumps Jeep |
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Two feet creep up the road |
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To photo, to record, meat lumps and war |
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They advance as does his chance |
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(Ooh) Very yellow-white flash |
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A violent wrench grips mass |
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Rips light, tears limbs like rags |
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Burst so high, finally Capa lands |
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Mine is a watery pit |
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Painless with immense distance |
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From medic, from colleague, friend, enemy, foe |
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Him five yards from his leg |
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[Chorus] |
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From you, Taro |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh |
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Do not spray into eyes |
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I have sprayed you into my eyes |
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[Verse 2] |
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3:10 pm: Capa pends death |
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Quivers, last rattles, last chokes |
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All colours and cares glaze to grey |
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Shriveled and stricken to dots |
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The left hand grasps what the body grasps not |
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Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Le photographe est mort |
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3.1415, alive, no longer my amour |
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Fated for home, May of '54 |
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Doors open like arms, my love |
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Painless with a great closeness |
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To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing |
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Reunited with his leg |
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[Chorus] |
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And with you, Taro |
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Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh |
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Taro, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh |
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Do not spray into eyes |
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I have sprayed you into my eyes |
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[Outro] |
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Hey, Taro! |
