| Someone’s mother falls to the sidewalk
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| On the next street someone looks up
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| In the cathedral a burst of laughter
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| In another city the pigeons fly up and scatter
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| Someone puts down in a New York subway
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| A newspaper picked up in Australia
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| For each event the inarticulate glory
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| The equal and opposite will tell the story
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| Half angel, half eagle
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| One eye on the world
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| Half angel, half eagle
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| One eye on the world
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| Be ready
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| Five intelligent minds
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| Huddled in a fancy restaurant
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| All that brain power bent on
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| What shall I? |
| What shall I? |
| What shall I?
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| What shall I? |
| What shall I? |
| What shall I?
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| What shall I? |
| What shall I? |
| What shall I?
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| What shall I?
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| One lone car cruising the warehouse district
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| One lone figure shuffling along the wall
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| Two shadows leaning from the backseat window
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| Someone’s mother is about to fall
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| Fucking honky nigger Jew was pjapdago fag
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| Fucking homeless preacher Dyke cabbie fucking unions cab
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| Get out go back a storm is coming
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| A shudder in the color of the warehouse wall
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| Half angel, half eagle
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| One eye on the world
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| Half angel, half eagle
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| One eye on the world
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| Be ready
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| Have a good time but don’t relax
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| Have a good time but be on guard
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| You don’t need that much not that much
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| Get the wings up ready to go
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| Get the wings up ready to go
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| What shall I? |
| What shall I?
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| What shall I? |
| What shall I?
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| Get the wings up ready to go
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| A shudder in the color of the warehouse wall |