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By Fatima Mansions, The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled
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By Fatima Mansions, See the priest in gleaming nappies
Gurgling and burping child at
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By Fatima Mansions, (Music/Lyrics--Scott Engel) ©1993 International Media Holdings (BMI)
There's no hold
The moving
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By Fatima Mansions, He sits in the light of the carouselwith his children
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By Fatima Mansions, On Suicide Bridge, I found myself one spring morning in
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By Fatima Mansions, i'm not stupid -- i'm a mani'm not stupidi'm born
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By Fatima Mansions, They first met at the hospital, she was checking out
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By Fatima Mansions, (Music--Leonard Cohen/Phil Spector; Lyrics--Leonard Cohen) Sony Music Publishing/Back to Mono
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By Fatima Mansions, Somebody's threatened you, well, you know whyTime now to pay
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By Fatima Mansions, The postmark read "Asuncion"...
By the foul Adriatic there can be
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By Fatima Mansions, He and she, their empty house / He's awake, she
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By Fatima Mansions, A glass ravine
The low clouds which wink
The boughs burnt diesel
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By Fatima Mansions, Ha ha ha, that's disgusting!
Here we fuckin' go!
Bring out your
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By Fatima Mansions, Lift up your head, lift up your head
Your room in
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By Fatima Mansions, The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming
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By Fatima Mansions, I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get
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By Fatima Mansions, Stronger than reason, stronger than lies
The only truth I know
Is
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By Fatima Mansions, i'm here on a missionto tell you exactly what can
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By Fatima Mansions, The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white,
is rapping on
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By Fatima Mansions, (Lyrics / Music--Richard Thompson) Published by Warlock Music Ltd.
High up
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By Fatima Mansions, Here he comes, in the dead of the month
His hair
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By Fatima Mansions, The model volcano by the giant gas tank
The street corner
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By Fatima Mansions, This truck stop: rancid gravy
A man with no hands waving
and
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By Fatima Mansions, The windows watch me wait for you
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I've
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By Fatima Mansions, You awake, lying still / while light makes landfallin the
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By Fatima Mansions, A box full of groceries
Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees
In
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By Fatima Mansions, (Retail groceries...)
Do you know how Jesus feels
when he's behind his
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By Fatima Mansions, A walk in the woods after a storm
through waves of
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By Fatima Mansions, The days are chained like daisies
flung on some years-old grave
on
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By Fatima Mansions, Let's go round again
Let loose again
Off the wall again
Across the