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Throw off those gimmicks to the boys |
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Let them send it all up in the air |
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There is crouching and wailing on stones down here |
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We must freeze off this ratmosphere |
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Scraping out noise across nite wires |
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Runs - for the distant cities |
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There is never a lock in the fall down here |
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As the big full pours away |
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In the shutout |
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In the shutout |
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How will we know the great doll? |
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Something attacked the earth last nite |
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With a kick that man habit - eye |
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Cut the sleep tight boys who dreamed and dreamed |
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Of a city like the sky |
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There were faces bobbing in the heat |
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For some rising from her zone |
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Moving, hitting, holding on |
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For the promise to carry us home |
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In the shutout |
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In the shutout |
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Never a lock in the fall |
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In the shutout |
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In the shutout |
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How will we know the great doll? |
