| Shrill as a choir of children
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| Urgent like the first day of May
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| False and inflatable feeling
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| Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy’s Parade
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| One brick on top of another
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| Such is the measure of man
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| Planets are inset like diamonds
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| On a gravity halo, eternity’s wedding band
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| I slept with that dealer all summer
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| The ecstasy is still in my spine
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| Coat check I couldn’t remember
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| Walked into the winter, came out on the other side
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| And in the South the sun is shining
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| Back in the East the lights went out
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| Stuck on a ladder to heaven
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| On trial way back in the Hague
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| Lullaby sounds from the engine
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| In my Styrofoam coffin, asleep on the interstate
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| Black globes, old symbols of freedom
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| A murderer still on the lam
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| Cities encircled in iron
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| On a great silver beltway, democracy’s shackled hands
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| Séance that brought us together
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| Objects we move with our minds
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| Coat check and I lost the number
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| Short sleeves in the winter, fell back through the other side
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| Out in the West the cars are crashing
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| Up in the North the ice gave out
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| Saada Tekmel be 'Lhouria
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| Houria |