Pram - Crooked Tiles lyrics

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The sky keeps on weeping<br />

The sun is sleeping<br />

Don't wake the moon<br />

The light would show the cracks in her face<br />

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The earth on its ancient last legs<br />

Wobbles round the sun<br />

Like a drunk around a lamp post<br />

And I shut my mouth sore from cursing<br />

And my eyes that are tired of seeing<br />

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If I could shake off this feeling<br />

Of being guilty for living<br />

Of never doing what others wanted<br />

Of simply being inconvenient<br />

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Then suddenly the sun could warm me<br />

To the marrow of my skeleton<br />

My mind could ride the breezes<br />

Hover and flutter in the cold air