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Avignon
I spent a lifetime knocking round the same old patch of concrete.
I waste all my time breaking rocks and painting smiles on my feet.
Ooo
She's my little sad eyes.
I'm her bluest boy.
I've become a weapon.
She's become a toy.
Oooo
I dreamt about the train we somehow lost.
That bled those giant marbles made of sand for us.
I wrote all night. Freeman, alright!
Big day. All smiles. Burned all their files!