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The Keepa-Augie March

What＇s wrong sad Prince

The body is soft

The heart is cold

You were tongue-in＇ for danger

But danger bites back

It only lays down for the reckless and you weren＇t never bold

Think of all you＇d never do

Now it sits next to you on the bus

It joins you in the elevator

Nothing good is kept for later

You should never have let it through to the Keepa

Where the gods all hang their washing out to dry

Where strange birds fly

And giants go to die

I heard you went there for the quiet

Well I wasn＇t asking why

It was all that you could do

Now it sits next to you on the bus

It joins you in the elevator

Nothing good is kept for later

You should never have let it through to the Keepa

You should never have let it through to the Keepa

It was all that you could do

In the afternoon a weary sun beats a pallor too soon

About the broken tooth hell-mouth of your room

You slide into a sleep

O to dreaming of a sweet talk

Now it sits next to you on the bus

It joins you in the elevator

Nothing good is kept for later

You should never have let it through to the Keepa