Come down, another day
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Morning streaked on a perspex screen
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The screaming beaked blackbirds peck
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The wrecked eyes of last week's lies
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The sandman gets shallow sleep
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He tries to weep for the grown-up things
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One last peep for policemen
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A'resting in the woodland side so steep
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Oh and I hope I'm not going too fast for you
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And don't believe it when they say it's over
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It's not over
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There's an ice age due on Wednesday
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Overcast sky, blocks of fortune
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The bridges sigh, the sweethearts are blank
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They never thank, you know they never even try
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Winking at the paperboy, paperwork
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Overloaded portrait
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Let it jerk you back to yesterday
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That's where the curtains start to fray
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Too Fast For You
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| The Church |
