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The magnificent structure straddled the river |
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As i dictated my autobiography to my biographer |
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When i heard this tune |
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My title was "renegade genius" |
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But was interrupted much too soon |
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Was interrupted much too soon |
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I received this line |
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Twister |
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From me in hampstead he received a letter |
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I headed it "dear twister" |
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Up from west hampstead i visited keswick |
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On permission from the guard |
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I begun like this but could not continue it |
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When i heard this tune |
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(it begun like this but could not continue it) |
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My ears were burned |
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By this tune |
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My head swooned |
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By this tune |
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Twister |
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The train from london on day of lunacy |
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Was packed with innocents |
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Children tended by walkman'd parents |
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Cretins auditioning |
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For non-existent parts on tv one |
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The train was a tube |
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Within the crushing beauty of the countryside |
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On the london-keswick run |
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Twister |
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([mes in background: |
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My head burned...burned...da da da da..my ears burned.. |
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Countryside has sold out..countryside...cheap phone calls home... |
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Accent all around..cheap phone calls...ramble..grinning... |
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Normally..rambled...in my ear hole...was day of lunacy..some things |
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Like...explosives..of pages turned..shadows..massive fucking noises...pop stars.. heh heh hackles...try mystic meg..twister...rustic town... |
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Twister) |
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Twister |