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You're number eight. |
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Your name is |
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Jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes... |
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Shades to hide your habit. |
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I don't know your age, though you guessed mine... |
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My sign. Your sign! |
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The opening line is always just the same. |
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The same intention, destination. |
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You and me and rainbows. |
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Loaded guns attract. |
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We know the rules, we don't react. |
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We wait in hope, we don't expect - |
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You and me and rainbows. |
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Down here everything is fine. |
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We have a straw, we have a line. |
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We have a bag, a rock, a mountain with a string of shepherds driving lions. |
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Aiming skewers at the sheep... face down, asleep in onion fields. |
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The frying fields. |
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The worms... they peep through holes which once were eyes. |
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They thrive... they bake although we painted out the sky and the sun. |
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There's only thunder, and you and me and raindows. |
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Let's hide out in the lay-by, let the time fly by. |
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Tonight's disguise - a car crash with our wheels like shattered stars, our dashboard charred. |
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Our windscreen... a graveyard for the flies (we're fast!) |
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The hungry flies are circling, mourning as the watchers squat with cameras, cakes and flasks. |
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They're spying, spitting as the blue light flashes, axes swing. |
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We're broken wings, but still we'll fly and we'll reach our destination - you and me and rainbows. |
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And if we turn the lights down low and watch the sky cry through the window... |
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Will I watch your fingers grow and stretch like butterflies? |
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The shadows flexing, licking toes, and blinding as slowly sun sets on the same old hill. |
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The same red glow. |
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We're quite alone - just you and me and rainbows. |
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Everything |
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I own is in the corner of your room. |
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It's covered with a sheet just like it died - but |
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I will take a broom. |
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I'll sweep it new again, arrange it... |
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Oh, I'll grow a dozen hands. |
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No I never will neglect my world again. |
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I'm safe beneath my blanket. |
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Call it home... |
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For you. For me... and rainbows |
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Loaded guns attract |
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We know the rules, we don't react |
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We wait in hope |
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We don't expect |
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Just you and me and rainbows |
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Looking down |
