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In my day I could hear them say
Mr. K was awfully close
Now we take that bow, you know
'Cause it's time to meet your ghost
And I don't understand
Minotaurs and jaguars
Are at my finger's tip
Falling up thorught the mustard gates
And I think I broke my hip
And I don't understand
I do not understand
Nine o'clock I turn my heels and sigh
For one last time
Ten-thirty I tied my chi and died
Up on the vine
Send me out to the pasture, love
With a closet full of whips
The coroner spins with his bag of grins
As he's sewing up my lips
And I don't understand
Nine o'clock I turn my heels and sigh
For one last time
Ten-thirty I tied my chi and died
Up on the vine
I died up on the vine
Suddenly when the moment comes
And it's harmony or rage
Flowers cry on the corpse of love
And it's time to turn your page
Mr. and Mrs. Au Contraire
I think they'll soon arrive
All the treasures you have saved
Your children now divide
And I don't understand
I do not understand
Nine o'clock I turn my heels and
Suddenly when the moment comes
And it's harmony or rage
Flowers cry on the corpse of love
And it's time to turn your page
I am somewhere else, my love
And I think you'll know just where to find me
Out in an interstellar place
And there's nothing left here to define me
You are somewhere else, good love
And this life of crime that's all behind me
We are all just space and love
And I think you'll know that's who designed me
I am somewhere else, my love
And I think you'll know just where to find me
Out in an interstellar place
And there's nothing left here to define me
You are somewhere else, good love
And this life of crime that's all behind me
We are all just space and love
And I think you'll know that's who designed me
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