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Up with the eveving sun
the river rolls on by
Our neighbors they tell secrets
the neighbors they tell lies
and somewhere the plane went down
these things they never start
somebody feels the knife
and somebody calls the cops
oh the living, and the dying
how easily you bruise
oh dear you don't go round when the devil's loose
a figure waits in the shadow
someone drown in the lake
the march of georgian feet down the highway
and razor blades in the ?gate?
these dogs will tear your flesh
you best give them a bone
i see you there and i see your faces
i see you there alone
in the living and the dying
how easily you bruise
oh dear you don't go round when the devil's loose
and what does the mirror show you
can you see the ?break?
your sadness it is quite lovely
but it's the sadness of ?late?
why don't you give yourself a rest
oh give yourself some room
you can't get your arms around everybody
you cannot carry the doom
of the living and the dying
how easily you bruise
oh dear you don't go round when the devil's loose