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Cold Blue Steel out of money, one eye for the beat police |
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Sweet Fire calling, you can't deny me |
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Now you know what you need |
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Underneath the jungle gym, hollow-grey-fire-escape-thief |
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Looking for Sweet Fire, shadow of Lady Release |
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"Come with me I know the way", she says |
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"It's down, down, down the dark ladder |
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Do you want to contact somebody first |
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Leave someone a letter |
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You can come now or you can come later" |
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A wristwatch, a ring, a downstairs screamer |
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Edgy-black cracks of the sky |
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Pin-cushion-prick-fix this poor bad dreamer |
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Money, cold shadows reply |
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Pawnshops crisscrossed and padlocked |
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Corridors spit on prayers and pleas |
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Sparks fly up from Sweet Fire, black soot of Lady Release |
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"Come with me I know the way", she says |
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"It's down, down, down the dark ladder |
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Do you want to contact somebody first |
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Does it really matter |
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If you come now or if you come on later?" |
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Red water in the bathroom sink |
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Fever and the scum brown bowl |
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Blue Steel still begging but it's indistinct |
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Someone's Hi-Fi drumming Jelly Roll |
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Concrete concentration camp bashing in veins for peace |
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Cold Blue Steel and Sweet Fire, fall into Lady Release |
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"Come with me I know the way", she says |
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"It's down, down, down the dark ladder |
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Do you want to contact somebody first |
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I mean what does it really matter? |
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You're going to come now |
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Or you're going to come later?" |