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It's a Leonard Cohen sorta day here in Blighty....


The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then its done c
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if its real,
A thousand kisses deep.

Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im back on boogie street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A thousand kisses deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet c
And then consented to be wrecked,
A thousand kisses deep.

Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im back on boogie street.
I guess they wont exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A thousand kisses deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .