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Time, all the long red lines, that take |
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Control, of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr |
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Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be |
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Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born |
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Between, oh th' two white lines, distant gods an' faded |
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Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had t' pick the one |
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tonite... |
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Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous |
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Spies, got telephones for eyes, come t' you as |
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Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be |
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Tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me |
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Cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished |
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Stones, of all th' stones i throw, how does that ol' song go |
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how does that ol' song go... |
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Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right. |
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