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Ricochet

David Bowie

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Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe 
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Ricochet - ricochet
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The world is on a corner waiting for jobs 
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Ricochet - ricochet
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Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
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And who can bear to be forgotten
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And who can bear to be forgotten



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March of flowers, march of dimes
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These are the prisons, these are the crimes
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Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
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Dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery
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Mine shafts things like that
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March of flowers, march of dimes
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These are the prisons, these are the crimes
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Sound of thunder, sound of gold
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Sound of the devil breaking parole
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Ricochet - it's not the end of the world



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Sound of thunder, sound of gold
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Sound of the devil breaking parole 
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Ricochet - ricochet
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These are the prisons, these are the crimes
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Teaching life in a violent new way 
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Ricochet - ricochet
              E                         A
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall

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And who can bear to be forgotten
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And who can bear to be forgotten



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March of flowers, march of dimes
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These are the prisons, these are the crimes
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Early, before the sun, they struggle off to the gates
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In their secret fearful places they see their lives
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Unravelling before them
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March of flowers - march of dimes
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Sound of thunder, sound of gold
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These are the prisons, these are the crimes
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Sound of the devil breaking parole
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Ricochet it's not the end of the world


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But when they get home, damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten

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Ricochet

David Bowie