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As the village gives me up for dead

I hide in a neighbour’s bed

Then under the door glides a river of glossy red

A fruit in a fractured skin

A slit in the peel and the juices come tumbling through

The boat was too crowded so I had a word with the crew

I can’t get my head around spread betting

I’d rather use the Cher setting

The world’s financial markets hold no interest for me

That man from the string quartet

Is wearing the thing that he won in a drunken bet

Your friend’s trying to call you

It looks like he might be upset

Intricate patterns of light dictate the tone

Downed by a wink from a sylph I’ve never known

I’m so alone

The cutting-room men from the studio got their wish

The clunk of a cauldron on flagstone, the slippery dish

My seventy-eights in the move were all smashed apart

The legs in the megaphone pulse to the beat of my heart

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