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The backroom cardgame under smoky mobiles The lift attendentwho's been riding for miles Safari seasonis upon us once more The lion's shareto the man by the door She twists herbody like a broken bird And staggers tothe lift without a single word Her takingleave of the spinning room Leaves rainunwatched under eyeing moon In third floorpeace dwelling on he fate She dents the side ofthe bed with her sparrow weight She twists herbody like a broken bird And cranes her neckdown slowly to the water As luck wouldhave it she desired that man So she threw awayhearts to weaken her hand The winner in agrey suit fills the frame Unaware thatshe's still playing her game She twists herbody like a broken bird As waves roll upthe shore and break softly
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