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Down the street half a block away |
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In a familiar place regular people |
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Agree with each other in smoke signals (Down the street half a block and In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other) { |
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Each in turn} |
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Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing |
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The law is aging (oh yes it is) |
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Sitting across, telling stories |
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Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice (So sit across the table, feed me some lies) |
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So on the shelves lined with spines |
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The dust collects as scattered ash |
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From an urn unturned |
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Spilling over someone regular |
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And other such regulars |
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Cry ghost and boast |
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Of the friend of a friend |
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Who saw a strange sight |
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Or heard a strange sound |
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Now whispers tall tales of murder |
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Down the street half a block away |
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In a familiar place regular people |
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Agree with each other in smoke signals |
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Brought together to burn, brought together to burn { |
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Each in turn} |
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Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing |
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Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing |
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Somebody's little girl |
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Dreams of the things she's read |
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Somebody's somebody's little girl |
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Dreams of the things she's read |
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Or the monsters in her bed |
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Who hacked her to blood-meat |
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Somebody's little girl |
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Dreams of the things she's read |
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Or the monsters in her bed |
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Who hacked her to blood-meat |
