| I was walking in the evening
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| I was looking for something good, clean, fine, pure, straight
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| But instead I found the bunker wall and gate
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| It was open: I was free
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| I gave a token guarantee
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| Though I later knew I had promised more
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| With an I.O.U. |
| I could scarcely score my way…
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| But I herald Apocalypse anyway!
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| (I was a prime believer in the faith of 'I' -
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| Yellow fever in the cat’s eye.)
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| And it’s everything you want
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| And it’s everything you own
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| And it’s everything you love
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| And it’s everything you hate
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| And it’s everything you touch
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| And it’s everything you dream
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| And it’s everything you trust
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| And it’s everything you need
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| I got a heart like a rocket, I was out of control
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| I’d cleaned out 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 the Angry Ace
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| He wants to talk to me, one on one
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| He wants to give me his professional opinion…
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| But I’m running, I just can’t wait
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| I 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 get to the top
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| I’ve got the dark alleys and the open skies —
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| I got the yellow fever from the cat’s eye
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| I’ll let you know how it goes in the ninth life |