| The magnificent structure straddled the river
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| As I dictated my autobiography to my biographer
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| When I heard this tune
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| My title was «Renegade Genius»
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| But was interrupted much too soon
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| Was interrupted much too soon
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| I received this line
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| Twister
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| From me in Hampstead he received a letter
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| I headed it «Dear Twister»
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| Up from West Hampstead I visited Keswick
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| On permission from the guard
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| I begun like this but could not continue it
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| When I heard this tune
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| (It begun like this but could not continue it)
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| My ears were burned
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| By this tune
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| My head swooned
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| By this tune
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| Twister
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| The train from London on day of lunacy
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| Was packed with innocents
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| Children tended by walkman’d parents
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| Cretins auditioning
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| For non-existent parts on TV One
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| The train was a tube
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| Within the crushing beauty of the countryside
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| On the London-Keswick run
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| Twister
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| ((MES in background:
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| My head burned… burned…da da da da. |
| my ears burned.
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| Countryside has sold out. |
| countryside…cheap phone calls home…
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| Accent all around. |
| cheap phone calls… ramble. |
| grinning…
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| Normally.rambled…in my ear hole… was day of lunacy. |
| some things
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| Like… explosives. |
| of pages turned.shadows.massive fucking noises… pop stars.
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| . |
| heh heh hackles… try mystic meg. |
| twister…rustic town…
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| Twister)
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| Twister |