Oh I'll send you a telegram
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Oh I have some information for you
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Oh I'll send you a telegram
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Send it deep in the heart of you
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Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
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Oh deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
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Oh deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
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Oh honey you met your match in a bitch
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Deep in the heart of
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Deep in the heart of
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[ ]
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There will be no famine in my existence
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I merge with the people of the hills
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Oh people of Ethiopia
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Your opiate is the air that you breathe
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All those mint bushes around you
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Are the perfect thing for your system
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Aww clean clean it out
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You must rid yourself from these, these animal fixations
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You must release yourself
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From the thickening blackmail of elephantiasis
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You must divide the wheat from the rats
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You must turn around [and look oh God]
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When I see Brancusi
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His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
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In the [radio] rude hands of sculptor
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Now gripped around the neck of a [duosonic]
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[ ]
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[I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me]
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[ ]
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Oh look at me aah
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[ ] cannot move ahh so much aahh everything I am
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[ ] possible
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Aah [ ]
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Feel so fucked up
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[ ]
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much too
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I know I know [ ]
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[ ]
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[ ]
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[ ]
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tell him to get out of here
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go down to the sea
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[ ] if he would just tell me
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he appreciates Brancusi's [ ] space
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the sculptor's mallet has been taken in place
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[ ]
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every time I see [ ]
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Radio Ethiopia/Abyssinia
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| Patti Smith |
