B l u e P a r a d e - A S a r a h S l e a n F a n s i t e
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Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And it�s sometimes wise just to shut your eyes Workers and lovers make their living space neat Bent out of shape over what to eat I dream of Eliot but I am discrete Cause its sometimes wise just to shut your eyes How sure how right Can anyone be on sight? I said I had hope I lied The city in winter, the sewage the steam You fill buildings with people And they rip at the seams And somebody�s suffering infected my dreams And don�t they know? It�s just my old soul How sure how right Can anyone be on sight? I said I had hope I lied So calm so wise Give him the Nobel prize He said he had hope He lied |