Soon.
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Soon.
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Listen, I've been drinking
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As our house lies in ruin.
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I don't know what I'm doing
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Alone in the dark
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At the park or at the pier,
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Watching ships disappear in the rain.
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The world's just bones.
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The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
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With no place to go but home-
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Just like Nance.
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On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
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All lit up and sick of fighting
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Beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
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It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
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It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
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It's got that swing.
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I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
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Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
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As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
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Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?
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Please remove your spurs.
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Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
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Haven't seen you for ages.
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I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
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Christine White.
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I think about you often, off in the desert,
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Laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
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Say a prayer for the light.
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So now I live well. I live in the mine.
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I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
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I took a walk
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And threw up in an English Garden.
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I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
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Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
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You're upset- and have every right to be.
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Regretfully, you decline.
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Every night was a waste of time.
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Every night. Every night. Every night.
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You were on the side of good.
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I was inside of the sea's guts,
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A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
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A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
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Oh yes, it was Paradise!
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The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
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I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
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The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
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Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
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A ransom note written on the night sky above
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Reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
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Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
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Compliments going to my head:
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La-da-da, la-da-da!
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And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
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And speaking of a world turning sour on you,
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I was twenty years old in 1992.
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I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?
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I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
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I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
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You've got to spend money to make money.
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You've got to stop calling me "honey".
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Oh world! You f*cking explosion that turns us around!
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The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
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And the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
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Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
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You traveled light (all night, every night),
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To arrive at the conclusion
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Of the world's inutterable secret,
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And you shut your mouth.
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I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
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Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
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The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
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Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.
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Soon.
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Soon.
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Bay Of Pigs (Detail)
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