My sex
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Waits for me
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Like a mongrel waits
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Downwind on a tight rope leash
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My sex
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Is a fragile acrobat
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Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot
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Sometimes I'm an automat
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My sex
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Is often solo
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Sometimes it short circuits then
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Sometimes it's a golden glow
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My sex
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Is invested in
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Suburban photographs
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Skyscraper shadows on a carcrash overpass
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My sex
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Is savage, tender
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It wears no future faces
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Owns just random gender
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My sex
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Has a wanting wardrobe
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I still explore
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Of all the bodies I knew and those I want to know
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My sex
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Is a spark of electro flesh
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Leased from the tick of time
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And geared for synchromesh
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My sex
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Is an image lost in faded films
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A neon outline
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On a high-rise overspill
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My sex
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(Repeat and fade)
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My Sex
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| Ultravox |
