Exquisite Corpse
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1. Life is but a dream repeat 
2. I make the air fall apart 
Around me 
Now as the petals are no more 
A corroding, shrinking stalk remains 
Bereft of his blooms 
And the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions 
Beset his appearance 
Beset his appearance 
No king could replenish his state 
Now browning, sinking, dying 
A thousand deaths x3 
3. Terry sat up 
And hugged the green army surplus bag 
Around his skinny waist 
It was cold 
And the person beside him had faded badly 
Legs apart his eyes lit up 
THE SKY'S GONE OUT - THE SKY, THE SKY... 
THE SKY'S GONE OUT 
4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ 
5. The sky's gone out!
 
In The Flat Field
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   A gut-pull drag on me
     Into the chasm gaping we
         Mirrors multi reflecting this
           Between spunk stained sheet
             And odourous whim
               Calm eye flick shudder within
                 Assist me to walk away in sin
                   Where is the string that Theseus laid
                     Find me out this labyrinth place.
     I do get bored, I get bored
     In the flat field.
     I get bored, I do get bored
     In the flat field.
         Let me catch the slit of light
             For a maiden's sake
                 On a maiden flight
     In the flat field I do get bored
     Replace with Piccadilly whores
                 In my yearning for some cerebral fix
                 Transfer me to that solid plain
                 Hammer me into blazing pain
     Moulding shapes no shame to waste
     Moulding shapes no shame to waste
                 And drag me there with deafening haste. 
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