Roses in the car
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Roses in the car
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Bony saddle, bony street
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Corrugated iron sheet
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This bed is not concrete
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This bed in which you sleep
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Flesh is flesh til blood runs cold
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And blood is blood, so I am told
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Your carbon makes a star
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Your carbon makes a star
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And after all, that's all we are
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After all, that's all we are
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That's all we are
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That's all we are
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That's all we are
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All these young men, these young lions
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All these young men, these young lions
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You don't know if it's true
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Or if to believe in you
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There are tunnels through the stone
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Where weaker hearts have made a home
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Their roses in a car
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Their roses in a car
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And after all that's all we are
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After all that's all we are
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And isn't it bizarre
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The adults that we are
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Still playing
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Follow the leader
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Body don't break
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Body don't break
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Body don't break
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Til broken
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Body gonna make
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Body gonna make
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Body gonna make
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Another body
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Young Lions
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| The Maccabees |
