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All eyes are watching you on stage And the warm radiation feeds the baby The satellite keeps you now and then Says the P and the paper and the lady |
Just look i'll be someone some day And i'll have you all with peas and spuds and gravy I'll share my thoughts and then the blade And i'll roll and duck and make you think i'm crazy |
The windows are still all in their frames And the war still radiates but i'm not crazy The rooms all choke i dream of rain Sir-real is back and he's holding my baby |
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