| January 1979,
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| Saw a terrible crash
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| (and I couldn’t help but laugh)
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| My ear pressed against the past
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| Like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph
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| My forehead no longer sweet
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| With holy kisses
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| Worthy of your fiery lips
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| I was floating in a peaceful sea
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| Rescued by a sinking ship
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| If I could become the servant of all
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| No lower place to fall
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| (If I could be your servant)
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| If I could become the servant of all
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| No lower place to fall
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| (If I could be your servant)
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| If I could become the servant of all
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| No lower place to fall
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| (I could be your servant)
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| If I could become the servant of all
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| No lower place to fall
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| (If I could be your servant)
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| You watch me like a ten car highway wreck
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| With detached, vulgar curiosity
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| This looking down on the tops of the hats
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| Of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony
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| And from such a height you missed
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| Creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation
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| As the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king
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| With a dance of celebration
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| After years with their crown on my head
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| I’ve grown overfed, unconcerned
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| And comfortably numb
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| Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy
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| (Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!)
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| At the first sign of possible sorrow
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| I’ll turn my heel and run, (Oh, I’ll never learn)
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| My life’s a cup of sugar I borrowed
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| Before time began and forgot to return
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| (I could be your servant)
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| It was a matter of time
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| I always said I could see, but now I’m going blind
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| (If I could be your servant)
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| It was a matter of time
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| I always said I could see, but now I’m going blind
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| (I could be your servant)
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| It was a matter of time
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| I always said I could see, but now I’m going blind
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| (If I could be your servant)
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| It was a matter of miserable time
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| But I heard somewhere, there was a cure for useless eyes |