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There's so much I'd like to do
But so little power to pull it through
Psychedelic colours of acid rain
Crimson pidgeons on my window pane

Speaking in tongues of the vibrant ones
Stony-eyed watching the TV reruns
Beating their children to silence at night
Seeing the world in full black and white

Endless wires and stormy sea
Deliv'ring to doorstep in groups of three
The sins to repent and new ones to commit
In a room without windows, badly lit

The famous disappearing act
Combining fantasy and fact
To something way beyond your reach
A preacher's sermon on the beach

Contaminating sea and land
Contract diseases in the sand
Where tainted lovers make their calls
Shaded faces in the halls

Mirrors shattering in wine
What belongs to you is also mine
Switchblade knives in tender eyes
No one learns to compromise