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Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour, |
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But this year |
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I'm just a meal laid out for |
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August to devour. |
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So, quick, let's go! |
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It's time for a ride! |
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The future is yours. |
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No, wait, |
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I lied! It is not yours. |
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It is a replica |
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Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on... |
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What road... |
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Able, willing, ready! |
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**** the Spiral |
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Jetty! Tonight we work large! |
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We aim high! |
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Pillars stare at a sky |
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Designed to come down upon |
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Everyone at once... |
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So, quick, let's go! |
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It's time for a ride! |
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The future is yours. |
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No, wait, |
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I lied! It is not yours. |
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It is a replica |
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Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on... |
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What road... |
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I'd been working on some open-ended shit. |
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I Was looking for an 'in' and that was it. |
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Back at the recital, signs remain vital. |
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A statue is stone that rejects its own pulse. |
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Your heart's fair. |
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Your heart's square. |
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Your heart's not even there!... |
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Wasting shore leave on the girls from |
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Point St. |
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Claire... |
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There is a light and it goes out... |
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A Touch of |
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Classicism in the |
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Night! Your backlash was right where |
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I wanted you! |
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Yes, that's right, |
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I wanted you to... |
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A Touch of |
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Classicism in the |
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Night! Your backlash was right where |
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I wanted you! |
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Yes, that's right |
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I wanted you to... |
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A Touch of |
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Classicism in the |
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Night! Your backlash was right where |
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I wanted you! |
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Yes, that's right, |
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I wanted you to... |
