I apologise,
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seem to have arrived,
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On what items in my bag from your house.
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There's cutlery,
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a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
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And a book on Presidents deceased.
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I'll have them fed-exed to you,
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It was a strange thing to do,
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I hope we can still be friends.
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Ah, it was not me,
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but someone else, you see,
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Twisting the steering reins.
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Put a penny in the slot and make an
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artificial li-ii-iight shine,
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Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
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I don't give advise,
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But be wise and think twice,
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Before getting involved in a game.
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Where the minority
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Face the majority,
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Who are faceless and born without names.
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Was it knock synch when
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we came across three men,
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They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
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I bought two from them,
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And I'll lit one for you,
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I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
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Put a penny in the slot and make an
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artificial li-ii-iight shine,
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Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
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The soul of a dog,
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he's alive and not gone
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To the farm like the others said.
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A Rhodesian richback,
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Off the beaten track,
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In a furniture shop down on the quays.
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For the lonliness you foster,
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I suggest Paul Oster,
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A book called Timbuktu.
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Put a penny in the slot and watch the
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Drunken sailor boy dance.
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She will not let you be
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Her lov-ver.
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She goes out looking for
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The taxi.
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Her phone is ringing straight to
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Message-minder.
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Send out a battalion to
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Find her.
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Put a penny in the slot and count the
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Swans through a te-elescope.
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I can't help from cryin'
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I wish you were mine.
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When I was seventeen,
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I followed my dream,
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Up into a high-rise block.
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The adventures of Augie March,
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By Saul Bel-low,
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Was all I had for company.
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At night time I'd lie
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In Beckingham pike,
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With tears like flashbulbs.
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And recall my treasure-
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Searching days,
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In the rock pools as a kid.
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To the remains of
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The cherub plains,
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Or around the bonfire in Nailors’
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Put A Penny In The Slot
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| Fionn Regan |
