| She bled so hard during his birth
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| She was the middle child, the poet nurse
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| To the union dying swayback horse
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| And the future of the universe
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| Can we get the king to catch the cannonball
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| When he was on the high wire
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| And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
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| She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with a smile a mile wide
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| She found her son’s heart that lives in a lucky unlucky man
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| To the strangers chest she holds her hand
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| He getting lost in the ceiling fan
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| And his modified American plan
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| Can we get the king to catch the cannonball
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| When he was on the high wire
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| And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
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| She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with a smile a mile wide
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| The outcast, is digging in the yard
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| He found the mast of the Scottish second guard
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| But wait, when he found the Van Gogh
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| But no one lent an ear
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| Can we get the king to catch the cannonball
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| When he was on the high wire
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| And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
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| She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with a smile a mile wide
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| Isn’t there a peace we all been looking for
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| Day and night Far and wide
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| Don’t everybody got to just grab hold, lock souls
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| All rising and prizing on the high tide |