I worked for future salary the nightshift
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in Spalding Street. The respect is worth it.
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1.AM at the front gate it had just been
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sunday night stood this man, tall and twisted back.
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He spoke loud and said Come out of there that
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grill on the wall contains a crowd and
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that twisted shape you call the laundry
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post reminds me of my origin.
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Your criss-crossed fences are avenues.
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Paid for by the NHS, you need it more than
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the patients for mortgage fees and medical pranks.
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but you wont fix my quartz chip
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or repair my broken kind
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kindness borne of mousey brain
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twisted with kin of bitter world
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Vicious dreams of EC1
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and lapland girls and green purse
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with tall and chaste inducements (*?pronounced inductments?*)
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the porter went to move the man
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and we got back to practice time
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but his hands went through the man
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he was made up of liquid pitch
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his legs two propeller sticks
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crisscrossed fence posts were his eyes
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his mouth red like a twisted reich
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his mouth like a twisted knife
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he wreaked of bleach and hospitals
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he wreaked of bleach and hospitals
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the porter swears this is true
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he wreaked of bleach and hospitals
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the porter swears this is true
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and drinks too much in his brown and white hut
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but the thing clings to the acceptance gate
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the thing clings to the acceptance gate
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the thing clings to the acceptance gate
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the thing clings to the medical acceptance gate
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and nobody says he's seen it
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It only bounces young MDs
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we are dedicated to fight disease
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to fight disease
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disease
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disease
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Medical Acceptance Gate
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| The Fall |
