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The Lyrics

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I remember a jet scraping
Low and heavy a sky of slate
I remember the of your elbow
As it doubled
In the crack of across a face
I the suck 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 your
Where the nettles grow
And the rushes blow
I you in a culvert there

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

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

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

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

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I remember falling, back
Into that tangled a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a virgin
In the swell of spring
that deciduous canopy
Propped up with jagged
Is a train or thunder coming?
Is that a train or