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To know what grownups do behind
locked doors when children are asleep,
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Come out to me, Jim,
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I'm the father you've been waiting for,,,
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,,, my son,
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I know who you are,
1:09:32
You are the autumn people,
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Where do you come from? The dust,
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- Where do you go to? The grave,
- Yes,
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We are the hungry ones,
1:09:45
Your torments call us like dogs in the night,
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And we do feed, and feed well,
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To stuff yourselves
on other people's nightmares,
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And butter our plain bread
with delicious pain,
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So, you do understand a little,
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You are known in this town,
My father knew you,
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Your father, The preacher?
That half-man?
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- He lived on goodness,
- Tasteless fare,
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Funerals, bad marriages,
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lost loves, lonely beds,
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That is our diet,
1:10:20
We suck that misery and find it sweet,
1:10:23
We search for more, always,
1:10:26
We can smell young boys
ulcerating to be men 1000 miles off,
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And hear a middle-aged fool like you,
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groaning with midnight despairs,
from halfway around the world,
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Your books cannot hurt me, old man,
1:10:44
Yes, old, Because your heart is old,
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Listen to it,
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You tell me where the boys are hiding,
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and I can make you young again,