Mix it up and make it nice.
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Cussed it once and cussed it twice.
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Talking chrome and whispering steel.
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Escargot and lemon peel.
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Body language
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Body language
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Remove the bandage.
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Body language.
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Beasting lips.
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And private art.
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Treat it like an auto part.
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Bored, ignored and charred too much.
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Now it's me who's out to lunch.
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Body language.
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Knee bone's let it.
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Martian Landing
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Body language.
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And I, claiming warm welcome
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Breast fed
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Promises of buss lips.
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And then sleep.
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Dreams of tossing turning
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In the market rubble
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Like a rat comfortable and secure in hell.
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Mouths never speaking
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All inferred, deferred.
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Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted.
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All that's long gone
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Face dancing, body language
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Plastic metic flush it harder
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A cold medusa working larder
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Never try to touch me with out that thing.
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It's far too rusty.
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Body language.
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Body Language
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| Pete Townshend |
