| I was in a sleeping dream
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| When a policeman brought my mother home
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| By the window I didn’t scream
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| I was too old for that
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| I was in a drunken dream
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| The pubs were closed
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| It was three o’clock
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| At the bottom of the street it seemed
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| There was a policeman lost in the fog
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| I understand but I don’t see it
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| I understand but I don’t see it
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| I understand but I don’t read it
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| Futures and Pasts
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| You can cry for your lost childhood
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| Will you cry for our lost childhoods?
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| But remember how you hated it
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| And worse cause you couldn’t state it?
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| And it’s time for the note, see it
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| And it’s time for the note, say it
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| And it’s time for the note, read it
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| Futures and Pasts
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| Look at the woman of thirty-nine
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| Look at the man of forty-nine
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| You can read their lousy lives
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| You can see their ugly face lines
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| They understand but they don’t see it
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| They understand but they don’t see it
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| I understand but I don’t read it
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| Futures and Pasts
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| I understand but I don’t see it
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| I understand but I don’t see it
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| I understand but I don’t read it
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| Futures and Pasts |