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Interpret:
A Ha
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| Train Of Thought
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He likes to have the morning
Papers crossword solved,
Words go up, word come down;
Forwards, backwards, twisted round.
He grabs a pile of letters
From a small suitcase,
Disappears into an office
Its another working day.
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights,
And his mind once full of reason
Now theres more than meets meets the eye,
Now a strangers face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading
On the subway home,
A distant radios whistling tunes
That nobody knows.
At home a house awaits him,
He unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea
Here but there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes, too numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowwhere where hes been
Was never quite like this
And his thoughts are full
Of strangers, corridors
Of naked lights, and his mind
Once full of reason
Now theres more than meets the eye
Now a strangers face he carries with him
And at heart hes full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought. |
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19.Apr.2001 00:04:44 |
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