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The Doors
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV tower
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I want roses in my garden bower
Dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
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They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly
Guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
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No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family
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