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
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They're heavy to carry and easy to burn
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Volumes have secrets
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Take them on holiday
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Book them a room, save them a moment, 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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And 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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| Marty Willson-Piper |
