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They said protect and you'll survive --- |
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(but our postman didn't call) |
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8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall |
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They said protect and you'll survive |
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E.m.p. took out the radio --- |
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(and our milk-man didn't call) |
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Flash blinded by the pretty lights, |
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Didn't see his bottles fall |
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Or feel the warm black rain arrive |
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Big friendly cloud builds in the west |
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(and our dust-men haven't called) |
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They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour --- |
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A tail wind chasing them away |
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And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control |
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Who sympathise but cannot help |
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To mend your body or your soul |
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Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face |
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When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, |
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Find nobody here |
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And so i watch two new suns spin --- |
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(our paper man doesn't call) |
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Burnt shadow printed on the road --- now there's nothing there at all |
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They said protect and you'll survive |
