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We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I'm oozing suprise.
But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy.

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No hope for the village, no hope for the village
There's a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist
He's coloured every surface, he's slapped up a portrait
And yes, it is his own! He's gonna take your home!
Have you seen our visitor? Look! Over the treetops!
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing
And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing
To buy in to the pillage, now there is no hope for the village