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Out on a bicycle your reflection left behind |
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A fast-moving target is harder to define |
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Pedalling fast and energized by the stolen vodka and triple sec |
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Wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck |
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I'm out on a bicycle feeling God is on my side |
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My mother didn't believe in discipline or the Unconscious Mind |
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Sleep, whenever I sleep alone I dream I dream in black, of ancestral screaming |
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Fight, we fight one another every afternoon, we bathe we bathe each other in the evening |
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Pick up pick up your tiny arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your mother |
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Pick up pick up your tiny arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your mother |
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Somewhere between the road and the ever darkening sky |
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The greediest of our hearts will not be satisfied |
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As it is said by the occupants who rally on the outer steps of Parliament |
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So it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government: |
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Pick up pick up the bayonet, run it through run it through the stomach of your brother |
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Pick up pick up the bayonet, run it through run it through the stomach of your brother |
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Pick up pick up your bloody arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your lover |
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Pick up pick up your bloody arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your lover |
