Black rubber bags.
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Sunburns in a perfect day.
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Now smell the air of this perfect sky.
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Silent sweet, a precious place, desirable shade.
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Beneath the pinyon pine.
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Drawn by the beauty of my own terror.
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Close to the edge.
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Swallow the void.
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Vultures fly the Arizona sky.
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These tell-tale signs.
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Bloated body like a TV dinner.
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Let the (guest/death) move in and let the feast begin.
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Flock of flowers, desert develops feverblister after the rain.
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Black rubber bags...(repeat)
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Flock of flowers, desert develops feverblister after the rain.
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Black rubber bags...(repeat to fade)
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Bags
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| John Lydon |
