The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birth
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The most threadbare tall story the country's ever heard
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Brought home to breathe smoke in arms of her mother with a blunt kitchen knife
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Who just lays in a submissive position
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beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist
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Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs
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Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a grave
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And in the limp three years of board schooling
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she's accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
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A slipped disc in the spine of community,
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a bloody curse word made pedestrian verse
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Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
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She cries in the high street just to be heard
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A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
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at the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirt
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Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs
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Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a grave
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The cheek of youth flushed red and turned gray
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Now she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet,
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all thighs, hair, and magpie handbags
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Saturday's uniform for the fuck me parade
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Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber ruddy and balding
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Who just needs a spine to dig into, a chest for the head, and a hand for the holding
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Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs
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Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, she was
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Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs
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Her skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, she was
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A broken elevator anthem held between floors
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But if blood is thicker than concrete, all of it is not lost
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All is not lost
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All is not lost
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All is not lost
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All is not lost
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State Hospital
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Frightened Rabbit |