"We slip through the streets while everyone sleeps Getting bigger and sleeker, and wider and brighter. We bite and scratch and scream all night. Let's go and throw all the songs we knowInto the sea, you and me All the years and no one heard I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing We missed you hissed the love cats. We missed you hissed the love cats."
January 1, 1970
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