Indochina: Capa jumps Jeep
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Two feet creep up the road
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To photo, to record, meat lumps and war
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They advance as does his chance
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(Ooh) Very yellow-white flash
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A violent wrench grips mass
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Rips light, tears limbs like rags
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Burst so high, finally Capa lands
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Mine is a watery pit
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Painless with immense distance
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From medic, from colleague, friend, enemy, foe
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Him five yards from his leg
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From you, Taro
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
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Do not spray into eyes
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I have sprayed you into my eyes
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3:10 pm: Capa pends death
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Quivers, last rattles, last chokes
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All colours and cares glaze to grey
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Shriveled and stricken to dots
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The left hand grasps what the body grasps not
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Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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Le photographe est mort
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3.1415, alive, no longer my amour
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Fated for home, May of '54
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Doors open like arms, my love
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Painless with a great closeness
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To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing
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Reunited with his leg
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And with you, Taro
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Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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Taro, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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Do not spray into eyes
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I have sprayed you into my eyes
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Hey, Taro! |