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They said protect and you'll survive --- (but our postman didn't call) of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall They said protect and you'll survive took out the radio --- (and our milk-man didn't call) didn't see his bottles fall Flash blinded by the pretty lights, Big friendly cloud builds in the West or feel the warm black rain arrive a tail wind chasing them away They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour --- (and our dust-men haven't called) who sympathise but cannot help And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control to mend your body or your soul (our paper man doesn't call) Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, find nobody here And so I watch two new suns spin --- They said protect and you'll survive Burnt shadow printed on the road --- now there's nothing there at all
HATA BİLDİR
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