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On Monday I took a flower
Dried it in my hand
Covered it in poison
And I threw it on the land
On wasted ground it tried to root
But choked upon the sand
And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my diary for you
On Tuesday I took a bird
Such pain to hear it sing
I blackened it with petrol
And oiled its little wings
I tainted the breeze
As I threw it to the wind
And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my diary for you
On Wednesday I took a man
He begged please help me die
For he lay in pain and suffering
It made his loved ones cry
I can be terrible and gentle
In the blinking of an eye
And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my diary for you
On Thursday I took a woman
Heavy with a child
My old friend Rape had paid a visit
Had stayed a little while
In a back street I touched her
With a wire and a smile
And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my diary for you
On Friday I took a city
Cursed it with a plague
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