| Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there’s vomit from my pen
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| Laid
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| Out
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| On my bed
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| Paralyzed dreaming of death
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| Oh the summer how we cantered proud
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| Of each other, proud of the summer
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| Hair
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| Drape down like capes
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| Tangled in
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| Knots, covered in sand
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| Ohhh tangled we get, through tangents of
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| Death
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| Spiraling colours through black holes of culture
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| I wait…
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| For ribs
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| To part, reach in and pull out beating organs
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| And throw the mess to the
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| Curious blank of the
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| Two of us whom started, til two of us got square
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| We sat
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| And shook like homeless
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| And reluctantly dissolved
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| Into the social vacuum
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| Lesser when we left deprived
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| And lay vacantly
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| The two of us got started
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| Then the two of us got square
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| And rid the woe between us
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| By fucking hard and
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| Drinking equally
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| For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs
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| And
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| Throw the mess to the curious blank of the
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| Two of us whom started, til two of
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| Us got square
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| We sat and shook like homeless
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| Then Stood and reluctantly
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| Dissolved
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| To the vestige of our state
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| That observes like flightless
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| Owls
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| While the men drink and note their words to Commonwealth and the
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| Queen
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| We rely in our mother and our sister that are there to keep our
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| Heads
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| While the men fight like lions, for the Commonwealth and the Queen
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| Know no men who are lions
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| Boasting or showing symptoms of life
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| Live for
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| Themselves but not die for the Queen
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| Men are not lions
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| Blessed nor
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| Confident and living for blood
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| Proud of the summer and kissed by the
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| Sword
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| That killed off our common sense
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| The owls and lions are proof
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| And
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| How I drank, vomited common sense
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| Oh destoroyer, I’ve grown up too
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| Fast
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| And how I hung breaking my vertebrae
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| Held in my fists were the letter
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| To owls
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| In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
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| See how I hung?
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| I drank myself to
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| Choice
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| For the Commonwealth and the Queen
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| In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
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| See
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| How I hung
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| I gave up on love
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| For the Commonwealth and the Queen
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| In Soho
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| In Soho, In Soho
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| See how I hung?
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| I drank myself to choice
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| For the
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| Commonwealth and the Queen
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| In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
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| See how I hung?
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| I’d
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| Light up on stage
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| For the Commonwealth and the Queen
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| My mother lost her
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| Way
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| And my sister turned away
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| The system got the best of us
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| And that
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| System tore the rhythm from our hearts |