| Do Re Mi
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| Miscellaneous
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| Warnings Moving Clockwise
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| DO RE MI: Warnings Moving Clockwise
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| That dog is vicious with a smile on his face
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| Can be rough-shod and mobile, or well-bred as lace
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| And Peter’s crying wolf, this week he’s eating from the streets
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| With one shoe on, with one shoe off, he’s crawling on his feet
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| And there’s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
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| Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
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| There’s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
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| But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
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| Too slow…
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| Changed my religion and I look to the east
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| And I check my local papers for the mark of the beast
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| It’s the trumpets above me that disturb me the least
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| 'til my logical thinking is illogically ceased
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| Now there’s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
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| Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
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| There’s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
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| But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
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| Too slow…
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| My friend is happy, she moves to the breeze |
| And she devotes her energies to saving the trees
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| While I think of people dying on their knees
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| While we’re two of the millions more ignoring their pleas
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| While there’s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
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| Wake up yawning just in time to push in the blow
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| There’s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
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| But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
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| Too slow…
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| My hands are steady and I look to the skies
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| And I ask for a messenger who never replies
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| I see jets over jordan, and tears in the eyes
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| Of a people who weather while society lies
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| Now there’s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
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| Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
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| There’s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
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| But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
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| Too slow…
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| -- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch --
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| -- And the piano smells like a piano, --
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| -- And the microphone smells like a microphone, --
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| -- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar --
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| -- And it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. |
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