| I took a walk down my old street
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| But a little thought occurred to me
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| I belong to the street more than it does to me
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| How deviously Sophoclean
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| To look for signs of poetry
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| In the golden
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| And the ten foot shining
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| Wave
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| I’m waiting on a wave
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| For someone just to say
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| «Oh Honey, you’ll be safe»
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| Oh baby, you’re so good to me
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| But these benzodiazepines
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| Make me foggy as a London day
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| Well fuck sentimentality
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| It’s for the weak and lazy
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| Under your
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| I see your pitchfork shining
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| Wave
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| I’m waiting on a wave
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| For someone just to say
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| «Oh Honey, you’ll be safe»
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| A wave
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| I’m waiting on a wave
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| For someone just to say
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| «Oh Honey, right this way» |