| Muddy and familiar tracks lead into the room where no-one goes,
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| only I know its true dimensions-
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| A hotel on a burning shore, derelict and furnished by the war
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| that no-one ever mentions
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| Give it all away, baby give it all away,
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| Nobody wants to hear about the price you pay,
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| You’re a dog starved.
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| Everybody knows their own, stick to their imaginary zones
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| to keep the information.
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| We only differ from the rat, given a stranger in the pack,
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| in how we improvise to tear the strips from him.
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| Give it all away, baby give it all away,
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| Ah, nobody cares about the price you pay,
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| You’re just a dog starved.
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| Now do you play the beating organ for attention
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| or to effect a gerrymander of the soul?
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| you hear the murmuring of mournful incantation
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| «Don't re-enrol, don’t re-enrol»
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| Today you only have to play along,
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| or make it seem as though you tried,
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| Or did I ever only play along? |
| Why would I?
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| Half an hour of rain, half an hour of sun,
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| In ode to violence the island sings its uncanny song
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| and I can only think I don’t belong, and is this oblivion,
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| Is this oblivion?
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| And so the pattern will repeat,
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| see the same worm at the same sheet,
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| where all desires seem to wane or taper.
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| You say no worst, now there is none,
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| Look how the palimpsest has won,
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| how father breaches son like brick through wallpaper…
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| Give it all away, baby give it all away,
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| Nobody wants to hear about the price you pay,
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| You’re a dog starved.
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| Give it all away, I’ve got to give it all away,
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| I’ve got to give it all away,
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| Just a dog starved. |