First, boy, I think you should know
If you try hard then you might get a part
As a doe-eyed impressionist mime
Bare as the lives of the footballers' wives that surround you,
Their diamonds aloft,
A system of pistons,
Arachnid and blistered
A billboard, a murder of crows
While princes fly drones that can see through your bones
And the wind stops, the temperature drops
And harpies melt through you like horses to glue
I believe you, but not what you say
To close it around til you're scorched and undrowned,
They devour you and totter in heels
And who wants the Falklands and who wants the Balkans
I love you, just like a bank
There's so much to talk about that we don't talk about, boy
Trust in me
I fell
She said it fills me with dread
world
walls
waited
turned
trust
totter
thought
wants
think
there
while
their
surround
sport
something
should
scorched
right
relax
stops
probably
please
pistons
things
people
drops
drones
system
cards
lawful
memory
frittered
close
princes
burned
devour
bought
again
wives
blind
temperature
crows
innards
arachnid
might
billionaire
galaxy
believe
about
blistered
lives
billboard
badness
asking
lonely
around
aloft
energy
nailed
through
bones
diamonds
fills
gutters
harpies
heels
played
first
horses
impressionist
knows
dread
falklands
means
myself
murder
parliament
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