Like a breathless summer evening,
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When the silence simply roars,
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You're so attached to what you're holding now,
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But can you prove it yours?
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You're the saviour of the drowning moon,
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The bringer of the luck,
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You're a concrete case for open space,
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Who swears the cities suck.
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You're the keeper of stars
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Shining their cars
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Applauding with the one hand you've got free.
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You're amazingly graced,
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Doesn't show on your face.
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You're lysergically removed from what you were.
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Asleep with the past
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You're engaged to a dream,
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You're a sepia creature
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On the yesterday screen.
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Like a forest in the winter,
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When all life has gone to ground.
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Holding wordless conversations,
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You're slaughtered by the sound.
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Like a river of forgotten dreams,
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You lie strangled in the reeds.
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Your sack is full of wild oats,
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Why don't you sow come seeds?
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The seconds drip, minutes click,
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Set the trap, turn the lock,
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Turn your back.
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Moon dissolves, sun explodes
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In the sky, it's getting dark
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Very dark, wonder why.
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Knelt before, piece of cheese
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On your knees, you always were
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Hard to please, hard to please.
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Hidden in, liquid clear
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Swims the fear, tomorrows child
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Doesn't see, doesn't hear.
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REMEMBER THAT BOY
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