| Dreaming again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea
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| (Big black cloud was low and rolling our way)
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| Dog at the barbed wire barking at my buzz cut friends and me
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| (Sound of a switchblade shining in the summer rain)
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| No one on the corner had a quarter for the telephone
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| Everybody bitching, «There's nothing on the radio»
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| Dreaming again of a city full of fathers in their army clothes
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| (Chattering boys and a chicken at the chopping block)
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| All of us lost at the crosswalk waiting for the other to go
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| (Didn't find a friend but, boy, I really bought a lot)
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| Someone bet a dollar that my daddy wasn’t coming home
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| Everybody bitching, «There's nothing on the radio»
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| Dreaming again that it’s freezing and my mother’s in her flowerbed
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| (Long dead rows of daffodils and marigolds)
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| Changing her face like a shadow on the gravel, this is what she said,
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| (Blood on my chin, still chewing on a red rose)
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| «No one lives forever and the devil never sleeps alone»
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| Everybody bitching, «There's nothing on the radio» |