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what do you think in the back seat |
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travelling through the yellow open state |
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am i too slow to turn my thoughts to words |
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to turn meaningless to meaning |
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am i too down to notice smell and sound |
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to tell dull from bright |
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let the sad winter moon turn slow to my future |
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and the cool dark air cover me in my nearing bed |
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where angels, men and mothers |
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get to spend their sundays and holidays |
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where curtains hide the ugly scenes inside |
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from the rest of us |
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what's inside the brick walls of divide ? |
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barred window screens |
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hospital - not a love scene |
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hospital - not a calm ocean |
