| A lucky charm made of wind is all I have;
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| A jungle juice to shake my blood
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| Is what I need
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| I cried for the wolf that fed
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| Remus and Romulus
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| 4/9 476 — time when she’s gone
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| Is thrown out of joint
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| The see-through bridge I crossed
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| Sank in my sleep
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| Now my freedom is just the meal
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| Of some twisted fish
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| All the roads lead to Rome
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| A spy wears Caesar’s crown
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| So, say, what’s your poison?
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| Time, when she’s gone
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| Is thrown out of joint
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| The slash in the ground is too deep
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| And the doctor’s gone
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| The cracks are all around Tiber’s bank
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| Who’s gonna take the fall?
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| I’ll wait with you on the other side
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| For better days to come
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| Right on the edge of mournful
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| Moonshot Falls
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| I’ve got a winter coat of wool
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| To hind my eyes
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| And a well-spiked cactus jack
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| That never lies
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| Springtime never saved so far
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| The one without a love
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| Whatever the hour — time
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| When she’s gone, is thrown out of joint
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| The slash in the ground is too deep
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| And the doctor’s gone
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| The cracks are all around Tiber’s bank
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| Who’s gonna take the fall?
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| I’ll wait with you on the other side
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| For better days to come
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| Right on the edge of mournful
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| Moonshot Falls |