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You sit and deliver the bad news
It's time to re-silver your old tunes.
Staple the corners, throw rocks at the dormer stone,
see the sliver for the bruise.
The boy with such sad wings should stay off tall buildings and keep away from high wires.
No circus left to join and nobody;
just Des Moines;
Thirty-five lies and your besides
no star in the east
but airplanes at least
who crash your party
if you say sorry
if you say sorry
Twenty times around the block
twice on every speed I've got (x20)
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