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Riding Tigers - Slapp Happy
We're not well dear
Toll the bell dear
As our lives dissolve
We revolve
Lonely and uninvolved
Pencil thin we're near done in
We're masticating maize
An empty gaze
Sitting like that for days
Try as we may
Calendars are scattered
Furnaces go cold
Wardrobes flap in tatters
You and I grow old
