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self-censored this song.

But these lines are all individuals
And there's no such thing as a song
And even the silent are now guilty in the empire
a sound beneath the blades of our great empire of lawns
How quiet is the empire of lawns
destination
From the fierceness of chaos the empire became divine
By the fierceness of chaos the empire is now becayed
shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas today.........

*written by Bob Geldof
*from the album "Mondo Bongo"
a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose
to die
He stands before the needles eye
Whilst countless millions pass him by
(Fleeing the fall of the human empire)
Recalling all those wasted hours
the world prepares to die

He stands before the needles eye
Whilst countless millions pass him by
(Fleeing the fall of the human empire)
Recalling all
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose
enough
To get "Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes" on Soviet red vinyl
It's going on the wall next to "The Battle of Los Angeles"
of mahogany
He whispers dreams into my ear
And though I've givin' him his empire
He delivers me my fear

The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats
In and out
That’s my way in
I saw an old sign
When my world was way down

Quiet on the streets
So I climbed the stairs
To the rarified air
it
We'll make a killing out of it
And we'll corner the market
By keeping oh so quiet about it
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
Working for The Gap
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
Waiting in the setting sun at the end of the road
The armies have moved away like the fading gold
I stand sentry by the rusting gate but no one
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
The glory of a rainbow, I put 'em all to shame

No quiet browns or grays, I'll take my days instead
And fill them 'til they overflow, with rose and cherry red
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Jimmy Buffett
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin'
you won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two...
And then I go and spoil it all by saying
At the day of his coronation
He sank down in deepest despair
Hundreds of Russians were dying
By rapture, the sun and its glare

After several
I envy the quiet lives that for all 
I know don't exist outside of a lazy book
That won a Pulitzer Prize
I picked up 'cause you said it opened up