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You say a storm is coming
And your mouth is full of wind
You say a fire will consume you soon
And I see flames beneath your skin
There’s been an army rattling sabres in your dreams
I’m getting ready for a war
And I wonder had they put a drop of sunshine in your milk
Would you have seen these things at all
Hello Taxi, run me over
The clowns are after me tonight
The jingle jangle copper in their pockets
It isn’t mine
How I wish I were a pidgeon
Dressed in grey and noble black
I’d leave a white mark on Lord Nelson, and I’d
Spread my sooty wings and not look back
back, I’m leaving London
I’m leaving London
It’s not a litany from heaven
It’s not a note from underground
Until I got to twentyseven I was wise
Now the mysteries abound
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Jingle Jangle Copper - Excerpt