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By Augie March, Over the airwaves tonight,
Sailing by a love lonely light,
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By Augie March, Blind to the charms of the Toecutter Arms,
My labor
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By Augie March, Your issue may walk among fine moral spires,
But if
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By Augie March, They married, a dandy and a back alley tough,
on
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By Augie March, It's too hot babe, pull the covers back,
Don't touch
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By Augie March, Scoop my brains let my heart have action
in its
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By Augie March, At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave,
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By Augie March, Well it's my very little wonder and it's one that
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By Augie March, To be,
A bee, a moth.
Four wings spread for the soft
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By Augie March, Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
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By Augie March, You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead,
you
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By Augie March, Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't
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By Augie March, Level your fretting. I won't be forgetting the flush of
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By Augie March, When I asked about your poor bodies,
"Were they murderous too?"
You
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By Augie March, In the chest of a dealer hammers and smelts a
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By Augie March, Some go high and very low,
None too different or
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By Augie March, O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad,
I'd break apart
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By Augie March, Duty, who's your master?
Who gave you fingers?
Who gave
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By Augie March, There's a place I've been told, and when I grow
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By Augie March, This honey month I'm telling you don't go turning your
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By Augie March, How sweet it is to be loved by you,
And taking
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By Augie March, There is no such place, o yes I have seen
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By Augie March, Here on the hill above the settlement, the buildings are
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By Augie March, Autumn leaves are flying, (each a baby's brittle boat),
The
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By Augie March, O how my great liberal heart labours,
With the piss in
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By Augie March, A Tuesday night in Winter, holed up in the city
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By Augie March, Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
I came to warn
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By Augie March, Shining city on the plain
no more sorrow no more pain
City
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By Augie March, Lately the smoke from the burning bushes,
Has the eye and
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By Augie March, As the cold comes to claim up I take the
