| I was walking in the evening, I was
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| Looking for something good, clean, fine,
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| Pure, straight, but instead I found
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| The bunker wall and gate.
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| It was open: I was free. |
| I gave a
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| Token guarantee, though I later knew I
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| Had promised more — with an I.O.U. |
| I
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| Could scarcely score my way… Oh
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| But I herald Apocalypse anyway! |
| I
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| Was a prime believer in the faith
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| Of 'I' :yellow fever in the cat’s eye.
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| I/And it’s everything you
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| Want, own, love, hate, touch, dream,
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| Trust; |
| and it’s everything you need.
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| I got a heart like a rochet, I
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| Was out of control, I’d cleaned out
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| My pockets for some luck to show…
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| Really looking like a hopeless case,
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| I found it in my hand, it was
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| The Angry Ace. |
| He wants to talk to
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| Me, one on one, he wants to give
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| Me his professional opinion… but
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| I’m running; |
| I just can’t wait, I
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| Haven’t got a moment to anticipate,
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| Yes, I’m running, I just can’t stop,
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| I’ve got to get to the bottom just to
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| Get to the top, I’ve got the dark
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| Alleys and the open skies, I got
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| The yellow fever from the cat’s eye.
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| Oh — I’ll let you know how it goes
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| In the ninth life. |