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Pouring whiskey in dried-out bodies |
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Coarsely hewn by wood and love |
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Deep inside them smolders slowly |
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Thick as yeast, green bitterness |
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Helpless, their eyes are blind |
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And all their thoughts are simple |
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Their ears are deaf |
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And all their songs are trivial |
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Their loves have gone sour |
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And all their looks are vacant |
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Their food is foul |
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The art they make lacks the challenge |
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All their minds are empty |
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All their thoughts are simple |
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All their songs and books are trivial |
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All their ears are deaf |
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Birds who once flew with passion |
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Now they're easily caught with bare hands |
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Locked in cages, learning their lessons |
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Bullets for the already-dead |
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Tasteless, our tongues are dumb |
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And all our speeches are hollow |
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Our minds are numb |
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And all our books are hollow |
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Our lobes are sour |
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And all our looks are vacant |
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Our food is foul |
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The art we make lacks the challenge |
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All our minds are empty |
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All our thoughts are simple |
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All our songs and books are trivial |
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All our looks are vacant |
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Birds who once flew with passion |
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Can easily be caught with bare hands |
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Locked in cages, learning their lessons |
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Bullets for the already-dead |
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Can you still see |
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The stars |
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The Sky |
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Then layers of grey? |
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They're fading away... |
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Can you still see the stars? |
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It's hard to think of the ocean |
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With the sweet stench of piss in your hair |
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Morning air still invades every wallpaper cell |
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Year after year after year |
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All these years those walls were empty |
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Curtains yellowed, now white of mold |
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Lardy plaster, the paint is peeling |
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From the ashtray: swathes of blue smoke |
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Corrosive waters |
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Black rain falls the seventh time |
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Unyielding minds of coal |
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Jaws open wide |
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They changed the beds |
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Yearly white sheets weeping like shrouds |
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This is the chamber where their god spent his final hour |
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Can you still the stars through layers of grey |
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Or have the city lights taken their place? |
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The stars are fading away |
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away |
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away |
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away |
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Eyes leap at the bait |
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We march in circles under Jupiter's sway |
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Eyes fall prey to the cheat |
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One more surrender and we'll suffer defeat |