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By Ben

 

 

Lay down your sleeping policeman, love

Stand naked like a tower block

Your skin as smooth as concrete, love

Your heart beats like the speaking clock

Your eyes are bright as headlights, love

Burn through the rain smeared streets

And I just wait to fall, my love

Beneath your speeding feet

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