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ED HARCOURT
When the clock strikes dead on midnight Books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets I search for rockets that might light up the sky Have became more withdrawn, since I was first born But I never know why I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles till they bleed A river deep If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours And scratch your back for free But it's been written, these nails are bitten I know what I could be I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles till they bleed A river deep
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