| Well, it’s time unremembered since the nameless left
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| What a wake trailed those eyes of the storm
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| And I know you had some trouble with your heart bereft
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| It’s hard to keep a lonely heart warm
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| They don’t carry coals North
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| You won’t have any help
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| There’s a measure of time in your drink
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| Can’t trust that in the next one
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| You won’t be back on the same shelf
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| So pitch time to do or die, to float or sink
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| And we live in the steel yard on reels of information
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| And we love along the white lines in the middle of the road
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| And our care lies in the telegraph poles and the taxi to the station
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| And you know the one that died became some elemental coal
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| And what was the song that was playing in the café when we heard?
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| Wasn’t one of the greats, but it rang through me for a moment
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| Something about a murder, a brood, a fleet, a flock of birds
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| Now the spheres of your loving are cast adrift
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| To the shores of another land
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| And the packers and the movers haven’t time to lift
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| Any more than what lies to hand
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| Now the border of reality is the most crowded any place
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| Where a myth can be a public dream
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| To the throes of this existence, you’ll take your lovely’s face
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| As the light slips out of every seam
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| As the key turns, we burn brightly
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| An effervescent lover
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| In a last kiss with a dew drop
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| As the sun begins to fall
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| And in darkness please tread lightly
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| Oh, see what you discover
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| In the feeling, oh, the feeling of the elemental call
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| And what was the song that was playing in the café when we heard?
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| Wasn’t one of the greats, but it rang through me for a moment
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| Something about a murder, a brood, a fleet, a flock of birds
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| Something about a murder, a brood, a fleet, a flock of birds |