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Bob Mitchell, Roderick Gammons

She's worn through, she's rolled up
Like a ball of paper tissue
She's hell bent she won't relent
Without ambition she's a statue
Saffire soul who gets the goal
Without any effort
She returns to be alone
With all her empty treasure

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He found a wall inside himself
He couldn't think of any thing else
This one thought monopolised his mind
Brick by brick
One at a time
Theres a devil in the dirt
He makes you want what you cant find
Dim lights obscure eyes
From what they would desire
The quickness of the strike
The direction of the dart
The surprise inside
When you find another beating heart
He could climb a mountain
And she could take a fall
They could lose but still not really lose at all

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The start is not the end
Is not the tip
Is not the point
The common sense approach is just a rule book for the lost
An anchor in the heart
Daylight on a chain
Thinking the impossible's to blame

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