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Then I went down into the basement
Where my friend - the maniac -
Busies himself with his electronic graffiti.
Finally his language touches me,
Because he talks to that part of us
Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls
[...] In that moment,
Poetry will be made by everyone,
And there will be emus in The Zone
(quoted from La Jetee/Sans Soleil)


Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by

I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string (it's the truth)

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He's my baby

Ahhhhh (x8)

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling Wilburys, police photo-fits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be the death of me
But that's OK

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He's my baby

Ahhhhh (x8)

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