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Crestfallen machines, |
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make me a pantomime, |
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dark disease. |
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Watch my old friends leave, |
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now I have you to keep me down. |
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I travel, no light rests |
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in the night watches as I roam. |
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The church with its tower, |
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pain in the power, |
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hears my every stumbling sound. |
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Taxis that run at the amber light guns, |
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and this city hangs so breathless and shadowed. |
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All of you devils are cracked and dishevelled, |
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oh god please find me a home. |
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Oh god please, find me a home. |
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Pennies in a purse, |
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your scribbled notes for a poor fool. |
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I never did dream to be alone |
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and suffering heavy. |
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I break in no light, |
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restless the night beats me as I roam. |
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Church with its tower, |
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pain in the power, |
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hears my every stumbling sound. |
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Taxis that run at the amber light guns, |
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this city hangs so breathless and shadowed. |
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All of you devils are cracked and dishevelled, |
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oh god please find me a home. |
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Oh god please, find me a home. |
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Find me a home. |
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Church with its tower, |
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the pain and the power, |
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hears my every stumbling sound. |
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The taxis that run at the amber light guns, |
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and this city hangs so breathless and shadowed. |
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All of you devils are cracked and dishevelled, |
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oh god please find me a home. |
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Oh god please, find me a home. |
