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 THE FALL - Stephen Song Lyrics

It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for



I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me
He has nothing
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He is not me
[His vendetta parchment]



Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
[Our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage]



I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with The Face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
[It is headless]
Worth $5 in London
And cursed anon.
Our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh
It was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze
And it was class
And no no-man's land
Ever had this?

Their follies are strong liberation