| 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! |