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The Lyrics

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I a jet slowly scraping
Low and across a sky of slate
I remember the angle of your
As it back
In the crack of fists across a
I remember the of boots in mud
Guttural, sexual, in clandestine woods

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Down at the edge
Below the bed
The smell of lilac in hair
the stinging nettles grow
And the lonely blow
I left you in a there

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

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I dying to cry out
But with briars and stones
As your ruddy lips grew much

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

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

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I remember falling, falling
Into that bed: a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a virgin
In the swell of spring
Underneath that canopy
Propped up with scaffolding
Is that a train or coming?
Is that a train or