This is Mister Blank calling, gorgeous
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from the slum which time ignores
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where folks use razor blades for toothpaste
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and every breath is a holy war
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Were you sleeping? Do you hate me?
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I've been dozing in the midnight sun
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and I've solved all of my problems
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Making the many into one
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The Good Times are all over
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I don't care, it seems I missed them
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but I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,
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your fond contempt, your faithful rage
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You're a rose
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You're a rose in a crown of thorns
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You don't mind the queues, the burning trains
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The squalid, mute despair
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You don't mind deceiving lovers
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You ignore the stinking air
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Well, now accept you're just a person
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Not the touchstone, not the face
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of the ages past, their grandeur
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and the death-wish of the Master Race
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The dawn sky is getting bleaker
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Our demise could not be neater
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and your face hangs down before me now
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like a rootless flame; in awe I stare
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You're a rose
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on fire
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You're a rose in a crown of thorns
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Well, I think you'd better hang up on the jerk
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It's been too long, too long, too long
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From now on there's only gonna be one way
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One way traffic now
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The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...
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You're a Rose
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| The Fatima Mansions |
