This Song Has No Title

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Tune me in to the wild side of life
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I'm an innocent young child sharp as     a knife
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Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
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Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied

Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
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Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf

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And each day I learn just a little bit more
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I don't know why but I do know what for
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If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
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Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune

Take me down alleys where the murders are done
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind

If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel