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They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
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Grey Friars Bobby
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I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth
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Touch the sky
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Little red
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Living in colour
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Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect
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I still wander this parapet and shake my rattle bone
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Bowies in space
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Tea love
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Tale as old as time
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My path is lost to me.
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Which way is up?