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The Lyrics

THE
I remember a jet slowly
Low and across a sky of slate
I remember the angle of your
As it doubled
In the crack of fists a face
I remember the suck of in mud
Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine

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Down at the edge
the concrete bed
The smell of lilac in hair
Where the stinging grow
And the lonely blow
I you in a culvert there

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

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I remember 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 down
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 ashes and dust to
Buildings and dreams into rust
Now all the flowers are turning
Cause the is coming to town
Cause the is coming to town

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I falling, falling back
that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a bride
In the ground swell of
Underneath that deciduous
Propped up with jagged
Is that a train or thunder
Is a train or thunder?