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Inklings, Darling - Peter Hammill
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Inklings, Darling Peter Hammill

Inklings, Darling - Peter Hammill
Inklings, darling, inklings of the darkening times
Are running through the runes she's redesigned

Inklings, darling, dark inklings
Are arcing in the space behind her eyes

He likes this town
The air is clear, the crime discreet
And he could fit in here a treat
Someday

He likes this place
The streets well swept, the slates all clean
He'll fit in with a fresh routine
Someday

He'd buy a suit
He'd clip his nails and comb his hair
He'll fit in here for sure, he swears
Someday

He likes this town
The air is clear, the crime discreet
And he could fit in here a treat
Someday
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