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Lions in the street and roaming |
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Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming |
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A beast caged in the heart of a city |
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The body of his mother |
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Rotting in the summer ground |
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He fled the town |
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He went down South and crossed the border |
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Left the chaos and disorder |
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Back there over his shoulder |
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One morning he awoke in a green hotel |
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With a strange creature groaning beside him |
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Sweat oozed from its shiny skin |
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Is everybody in? |
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The ceremony is about to begin |
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Wake up! |
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You can't remember where it was |
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Had this dream stopped? |
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The snake was pale gold |
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Glazed and shrunken |
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We were afraid to touch it |
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The sheets were hot dead prisons |
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And she was beside me |
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Old, she's not, young |
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Her dark red hair |
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Her white soft skin |
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Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom |
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Look! |
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He's coming in here |
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I can't live thru each slow century of her moving |
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I let my cheek slide down |
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The cool smooth tile |
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Feel the good cold stinging blood |
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The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . |
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Once I had, a little game |
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I liked to crawl back into my brain |
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I think you know the game I mean |
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I mean the game called 'go insane' |
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Now you should try this little game |
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Just close your eyes forget your name |
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Forget the world forget the people |
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And we'll erect a different steeple |
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This little game is fun to do |
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Just close your eyes no way to lose |
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And I'm right there I'm going too |
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Release control we're breaking thru |
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Way back deep into the brain |
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Back where there's never any pain |
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And the rain falls gently on the town |
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And over the heads of all of us |
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And in the labyrinth of streams |
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Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of |
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Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around |
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Reptiles abounding |
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Fossils, caves, cool air heights |
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Each house repeats a mold |
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Windows rolled |
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Beast car locked in against morning |
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All now sleeping |
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Rugs silent, mirrors vacant |
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Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples |
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Wound in sheets |
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And daughters, smug |
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With semen eyes in their nipples |
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Wait |
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There's been a slaughter here |
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(Don't stop to speak or look around |
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Your gloves and fan are on the ground |
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We're getting out of town |
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We're going on the run |
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And you're the one I want to come) |
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Not to touch the earth |
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Not to see the sun |
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Nothing left to do, but |
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Run, run, run |
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Let's run |
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House upon the hill |
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Moon is lying still |
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Shadows of the trees |
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Witnessing the wild breeze |
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C'mon baby run with me |
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Let's run |
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Run with me |
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Run with me |
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Run with me |
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Let's run |
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The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill |
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Rich are the rooms and the comforts there |
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Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs |
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And you won't know a thing till you get inside |
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Dead president's corpse in the driver's car |
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The engine runs on glue and tar |
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C'mon along, we're not going very far |
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To the East to meet the Czar |
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Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake |
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The minister's daughter's in love with the snake |
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Who lives in a well by the side of the road |
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Wake up, girl! We're almost home |
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Sun, sun, sun |
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Burn, burn, burn |
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Soon, soon, soon |
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Moon, moon, moon |
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I will get you |
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Soon! |
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Soon! |
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Soon! |
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Let the carnival bells ring |
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Let the serpent sing |
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Let everything |
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We came down |
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The rivers and highways |
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We came down from |
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Forests and falls |
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We came down from |
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Carson and Springfield |
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We came down from |
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Phoenix enthralled |
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And I can tell you |
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The names of the Kingdom |
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I can tell you |
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The things that you know |
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Listening for a fistful of silence |
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Climbing valleys into the shade |
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'I am the Lizard King |
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I can do anything |
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I can make the earth stop in its tracks |
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I made the blue cars go away |
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For seven years I dwelt |
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In the loose palace of exile |
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Playing strange games |
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With the girls of the island |
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Now I have come again |
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To the land of the fair, and the strong, and the wise |
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Brothers and sisters of the pale forest |
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O Children of Night |
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Who among you will run with the hunt? |
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Now Night arrives with her purple legion |
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Retire now to your tents and to your dreams |
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Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth |
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I want to be ready' |
