Lyrics The Boiling Boy - Wire

Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep
In secret sunset
Spaces creep

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Progress with a vision
To practice with at home
A schism with an ism
To practice with at home
A collision with decision
To practice with at home

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He transferred his soul
To his imagination
His atoms were excited
And he glowed in the dark
The boiling boy
Was a victim of confusion
But he had the advantage
Of a cold start heart

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