Borrowed grapes from stores of gold
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Put plastic back where metal's sold
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Men in quarries connect their bomb
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One two three a new Saigon
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Check the bottle is it full?
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Have you found which pin to pull?
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Boys in shirts get dirty hands
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Smoke kills seagulls on the sands
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They have pages, they take ages
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To read and to learn they're heavy to carry
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And easy to burn
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Volumes have secrets, take them on holiday
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Book them a room, save them a moment
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Swallow their swoon
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Pretty things all in a row
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Flowers who can't seem to grow
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Finding the pearls then finding the blood
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Then finding the water is wood
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The something I wanted has just flown by
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It looked at me sideways and told me to try
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I hope it's a message from someone obscure
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I hope it's the man next door
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Volumes
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| The Church |
