Draws in the rocket tails and wonders why
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steel strung nerves still creak
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when the wind blows
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switch the sound off and step off the train
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keep walking until you're free again
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from the pale parade
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all the souls caught on shirt tails
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Stepping over the subways blood stream
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racing hounds and turnstile
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caught like butterflies in sellotape
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keep flapping until you're free again
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step away you know it's easy to deceive
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you'll sink so fast you'll have no time to breath
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the time bomb seeks its way into the soul
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when the bow breaks
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tin soldiers fall
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round and round and round and round
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the pale parade
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all the souls caught on shirt tails
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and they sway
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Turn the sunshine on it must be time for love
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but do the sinking needs dissolve the will to love again
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I found a better way to hold the things I need
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while open-ended heads deceive what they believe
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| Ben Christophers |
