David Bowie - Ricochet

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like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
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ricochet – ricochet
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the world is on a corner waiting for jobs
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ricochet – ricochet
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turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
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and who can bear to be forgotten
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and who can bear to be forgotten

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march of flowers , march of dimes
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these are the prisons , these are the crimes
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men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
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dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery
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mine shafts things like that
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march of flowers , march of dimes
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these are the prisons , these are the crimes
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sound of thunder , sound of gold
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sound of the devil breaking parole
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ricochet – it’s not the end of the world

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sound of thunder , sound of gold
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sound of the devil breaking parole
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ricochet – ricochet
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these are the prisons , these are the crimes
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teaching life in a violent new way
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ricochet – ricochet
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turn the holy pictures so they face the wall

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and who can bear to be forgotten
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and who can bear to be forgotten

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march of flowers , march of dimes
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these are the prisons , these are the crimes
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early , before the sun , they struggle off to the gates
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in their secret fearful places they see their lives
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unravelling before them
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march of flowers – march of dimes
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sound of thunder , sound of gold
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these are the prisons , these are the crimes
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sound of the devil breaking parole
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ricochet it’s not the end of the world

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but when they get home , damp eyed and weary
they smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
making unfulfillable promises
for who can bear to be forgotten