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Got to get out of TV. Just pick a point and go. The ticker tape tangles my feet as I search for a face that I know. Come on tower crane driver. There's not so far to go. I must have been working the ropes when your hand slipped from mine.

Now I live of the mirrors and smoke. It's a joke. A fix. A lie. Come on tower crane driver. Oh so far to fall. Send up a prayer in my name. Just the same. They say I'm on top of my game. Gentle gentle love. Send up a prayer in my name.
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