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The Lyrics

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I remember a jet slowly
Low and heavy a sky of slate
I remember the of your elbow
As it back
In the crack of fists a face
I remember the suck of in mud
Guttural, sexual, in those woods

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Down at the edge
the concrete bed
The smell of in your hair
Where the nettles grow
And the lonely rushes
I left you in a culvert

Ashes to ashes and dust to
Buildings and dreams into rust
Now all the are turning brown
Cause the circus is to town
the circus is coming to town

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I remember to cry out
But throat-stuck with briars and
As ruddy lips grew much ruddier

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you lightly now
We must keep our down
The of remorse
Follow close on the
Take your face off, be shy
can't hunt you with their eyes
But surely they know the of sin

Ashes to ashes and to dust
and dreams dissolve into rust
Now all the flowers are turning
Cause the is coming to town
Cause the circus is coming to

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I falling, falling back
Into that tangled bed: a mesh of
Deflowered like a virgin
In the swell of spring
Underneath deciduous canopy
Propped up jagged scaffolding
Is that a train or coming?
Is that a train or