I can only move like this
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Or can dream around
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Flesh and bone and concrete talk
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Never make a sound
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Very little sense involved
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Very few straight lines
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Never any questions asked
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Got a map inside
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Psycho drift
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Psycho drift
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Through the parks and alleyways
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Hopelessly amazed
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Builder’s yards and lavender
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Watch the mind at play
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Underneath the railway arch
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Night and day are one
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Found a new world inbetween
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The shadow and the sun
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Psycho drift
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Psycho drift
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The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
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The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
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The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
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The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
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The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
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The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
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The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
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The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
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Like the swallows in the winter
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Like the swarming of the bees
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Some blind and sure desire is motivating me
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Call it poetry in motion
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Call it energy at play
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Call it spirit into matter
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Makes no difference what they say
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Psycho drift
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Psycho drift
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Psycho drift
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Psycho drift
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The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
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The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
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The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
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The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
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The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
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The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
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The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
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The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
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The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
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The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
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The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
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The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
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The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
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The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
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The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
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The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph |