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Out on the ocean, feeling the ripple of the sea's sinew beneath his body Hector, tamer of horses, lays waiting; knowing the sun is burning his back, b..
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"Form follows f**k- what was it again?
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Sometimes I'm afraid I'm this
ticking clock
and I'm just too late.
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There's this simple slice
of life;
this Happiness I've never had, and I'm afraid I'm never going to now
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Still up; can't sleep, heath?
Yeah, I've just got to finish something
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Gimme shelter!
Gimme shelter! Or I swear I'll fade away!
Mother! Mother!
So much depends upon
I just need a place to rest
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Mr Marx, please explain to me
how everybody's
equalities
equal up to be
the same liberty
for you and me?
See-
he's as ..
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I swear to god-
look I'll tell you this much
in the booth, with the priest there
asking what I've done, nothing ever comes to mind
because I'm al..
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I never realized we could bring
an elephant in your sheets, ignoring the space
between us. and pretending to be blind
men both think..
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those songs we made
remember- playing on each other's body. That was music!
hips and thighs and mouths and mounds-
if only we could sing
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