| Mend, amend
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| Bring and rub
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| Beat the band
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| I tried, I tried
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| Shrugged off the splintering white bone
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| Teeth shaken out with a stroke
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| Brain running down along spear
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| From the wound in the eye hole
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| Stones pounding in past the screens
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| Past the shields
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| I felt the nail driving into my foot
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| While I felt the nail driving into my hand
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| Rub a dub
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| God and bring
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| Beat the band
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| I tried, I tried
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| What? |
| When you can’t hear the bleating all night
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| Else he’s strumming the springs of his cot
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| When? |
| What you can’t hear is her tiny mouth
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| Squealing and shrieking with laughter
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| Dispensing with each little toe
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| Each little finger
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| Let them whirl away
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| Into the darkness
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| The pee pee soaked trousers
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| The torn muddied dress
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| No ankles at the gates at dusk
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| Ever caught the dawning
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| The audience is waiting, its audience is waiting
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| Its audience is waiting, its audience is waiting
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| No Fado live from last year’s winning country
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| Twelve bunnies in a hutch for nine new weeks
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| The audience is waiting, its audience is waiting
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| Its audience is waiting, its audience is waiting
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| And it will catch my toes
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| It will catch my fingers
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| The pee pee soaked trousers
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| The torn muddied dress
|
| Forever and ever, forever and ever
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| Forever and ever, forever and ever
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| Mend, amend
|
| Bring and rub
|
| Beat the band
|
| I tried, I tried
|
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone
|
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke
|
| Brain running down along spear
|
| From the wound in the eye hole
|
| Stones pounding in past the screens
|
| Past the shields
|
| I felt the nail driving into my foot
|
| While I felt the nail driving into my hand |