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Fend For Yourself:
that was the goal in the jungles
of New York;
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She is in love with the man on the stairs,
all men on the stairs,
for there's nothing like a stranger to warm the foundations of your hea
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It seems the divisions
go beyond the classroom
into late-night cafes
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I've always found it peculiar that young singers choose to sing songs with (often) very adult material, and this partially expands upon tha
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save the flowers, Jezebel. you could have kept
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I'd love to meet you,
you of the locked door,
whose apartment stands gravel-shouldered next to mine,
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There is nothing on this island--
not "nothing" in the usual sense,
but the emptiness of the O,
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as her people wash away
into textbook twilight.
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like bikini-clad History
on the midnight channel,
she is watching us.
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embers gone cold
nurtured by Hestia
but by Hephaestus' hold
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The message you sent
Engraved onto my soul
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Our tale’s one told in black and white
On the Technicolor screen
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Lower these walls
The curtain fall
Pull me aside for the soliloquy
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You did quite a number
On the god of thunder
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But despite an eternity of sunshine
You had a spotless mind
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Here in my hands
I hold a diamond
We understood as coal
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You left me in a flock of sparrows
Competing with the songbird squadron
Barrel roll to the left
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We’ll dance till the bottle breaks
You’d better learn how to rattle and shake
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The days are playing out like an opera
There’s the drunkard, there’s the thief
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Sweetest of souls
You’ll never grow old
While I fade away
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Is it the plaintive melody of the flute
Or something more sinister by far?
Crash the cliff and park the car
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It wasn’t your fault
You ended up blinking
Catch-22
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crusader colours in retreat
gallows without head or feet
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Can’t stop breathing
Restless spirit
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Watched the kingpins falling round and round
On the chessboard we play a little too sound
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Curtains closing, opening, closing
A distress call we cannot hear
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Ever since you saw JFK go down
The supernatural chute
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Set aflame in love’s cold fire
Left to die and wither
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On this cold night in December
Living free is a dying ember
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Tried to sleep but day haunts me like a ghost
And it’s not going to go away anytime soon
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the current clothing of the suburban soldier, tailored to fight in a non-existent ghetto;
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Wednesday’s child is so full of woe
Trying to smile, but it’s left the show
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