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Lyrics:
All the poems Of my neighbors That drift across the sand
Are just the tendrils Of a vast But gentle plant which they command
The headdress Of a goddess You wore the night we came
Is only One small symptom And really not to blame
You're riding a tiger Riding a tiger
Heaven Sent the mortals Ranged upon the wall
And likewise All the missiles Shot to make them fall
Effortlessly Moving Picture into frame
Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger
Over the bleachers Into the sky Into the reach of some Cool goodbye
Key grip was crying Best boy was me Here in the sheltered knoll (?)
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