| Lions in the street and roaming
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| Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
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| A beast caged in the heart of a city
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| The body of his mother
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| Rotting in the summer ground
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| He fled the town
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| He went down South and crossed the border
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| Left chaos and disorder
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| Back there over his shoulder
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| One morning he awoke in a green hotel
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| With a strange creature groaning beside him
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| Sweat oozed from its shining skin
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| Is everybody in? |
| Is everybody in?
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| Is everybody in?
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| The ceremony is about to begin
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| Wake up!
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| You can’t remember where it was
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| Had this dream stopped?
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| The snake was pale gold, glazed and shrunken
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| We were afraid to touch it
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| The sheets were hot dead prisms
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| And she was beside me
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| Old, she’s no, young
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| Her dark red hair, the white soft skin
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| Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
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| Look! |
| she’s coming in here
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| I can’t live through each slow century of her moving
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| I let my cheek slide down, the cool smooth tile
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| Feel the good cold stinging blood
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| The smooth hissing snakes of rain
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| Once I had a little game
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| I liked to crawl back in my brain
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| I think you know, the game I mean
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| I mean the game, called, 'Go insane'
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| You should try this little game
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| Just close your eyes forget your name
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| Forget the world, forget the people
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| And we’ll erect, a different steeple
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| This little game is fun to do
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| Just close your eyes, no way to lose
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| And I’m right there, I’m going too
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| Release control, we’re breaking through
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| Way back deep into the brain
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| Back where there’s never any pain
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| And the rain falls gently on the town
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| And over the heads of all of us
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| And in the labyrinth of streams
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| Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
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| Gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle hills around
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| Reptiles abounding
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| Fossils, caves, cool air heights
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| Each house repeats a mold, windows rolled
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| Beast car locked in against morning
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| All now sleeping
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| Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
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| Dust Lying under the beds of lawful couples
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| Wound in sheets
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| And daughters, smug
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| With semen eyes in their nipples
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| Wait
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| There’s been a slaughter here
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| Don’t stop to speak or look around
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| Your gloves and fan are on the ground
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| We’re getting out of town, we’re going on the run
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| And you’re the one I want to come
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| Not to touch the earth
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| Not to see the sun
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| Nothing left to do, but
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| Run, run, run
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| Let’s run, let’s run
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| House upon the hill, moon is lying still
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| Shadows of the trees
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| Witnessing the wild breeze
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| C’mon baby run with me
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| Let’s run
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| Run with me
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| Run with me
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| Run with me
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| Let’s run
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| The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
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| Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
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| Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
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| And you won’t know a thing till you get inside
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| Dead President’s corpse in the driver’s car
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| The engine runs on glue and tar
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| C’mon along, we’re not going very far
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| To the East to meet the Czar
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| Run with me
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| Run with me
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| Run with me
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| Let’s run
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| Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
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| The minister’s daughter’s in love with the snake
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| Who lives in a well by the side of the road
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| Wake up, girl! |
| We’re almost home
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| We should see the gates by mornin'
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| We should be inside by evening
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| Sun, sun, sun
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| Burn, burn, burn
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| Burn, burn, burn
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| I will get you
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| Soon, soon, soon
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| I am the lizard king
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| I can do anything
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| We came down
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| The rivers and highways
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| We came down from
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| Forests and falls
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| We came down from
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| Carson and Springfield
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| We came down from
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| Phoenix enthralled
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| And I can tell you
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| The names of the Kingdom
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| I can tell you
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| The things that you know
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| Listening for a fistful of silence
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| Climbing valleys into the shade
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| For seven years, I dwelt
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| In the loose palace of exile
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| Playing strange games with the girls of the island
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| Now, I have come again
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| To the land of the fair and the strong and the wise
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| Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
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| Children of night
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| Who among you will run with the hunt?
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| Now night arrives with her purple legion
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| Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
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| Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
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| I want to be ready |