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Found On: Illuminate .. The Jazz Butcher's Free Lunch
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Creation Promo Summary
You could have been in the city too long
You don't get lost any more.
Whatever happened to a sense of wonder?
There are miracles down on the floor
like the message on the ground
just outside the dentist
where someone's written simply "Teeth"
they could have written "Wake Up" on the pavement
but they wanted us to look underneath

we put all put faith in constructs
we put all our faith in sand
give me your hands
oh don't you want to come down

It's half past two
and you knock my door
and you're drunk
and ain't got friends
I'd be your mirror if i could but i'm all fogged up
as the silver haze descends.
( celebrated Euro-skunkweed euphemism )

Well you been scaring us all up there
of a tightrope of your own design.
It's not a movie it's your own sweet life
come on down honey and we'll make time

We put all our faith in strangers
We put all our faith in sand
Give me your hands
Oh don't you want to come down
Hey look me in the eyes and tell me
no one will remember your name
Look me in the eyes and tell me
no one will remember your name

We put all our faith in magnetic tape
We put al our faith in sand
Give me your hands
Oh don't you want to come down

Oh look me in the eyes and tell me
No one will remember your name
Oh look me in the eyes and tell me
No one will remember your name
Oh look me in the eyes and tell me
No one will remember your name

Scarlett

The Butcher Says..
a true story
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