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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
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Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got
Twenty times around the block
Twice on every speed I've got