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    Gun wears his alcoholism well
    Finger in bottle and swingin' it still
    From bed to sink and back again
    Clock is crawlin' round the same
    He's bustin' clock (he hates its face)
    Just sittin' and talkin' to heart and ticks
    Talkin' back to clock in slow and studied kicks
    The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.

    Fingers down the throat of love
    Fingers down the throat of love
    Fingers down the throat of love
    Love! love!

    Gun does the waltz around the room
    Collecting table and chairs and sofa and so on and so on
    Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky
    'we'll go dancin' and eatin' it up
    Get a bottle and push it on down'
    And let's just beat it up
    Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song
    Saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'
    The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.


    Fingers down the throat of love
    Fingers down the throat of love
    Fingers down the throat of love
    Love! love!

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