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In the summer all the hikers hike out for the highest peaksAll the children watch the cricket and they never wash for weeksIn the surbubs young protestors write "Black And White Unite" They're tearing up the streetsI'm half in love with every girl I meetThe gasman loves the streetHe loves to drillHe loves to think about his girlThe sun is melting half the street In the summer all the workers head out for the sandy beachStay together in the weatherEntertainment through your griefCommunities of prejudices travel on the trainThe upperclass will have to pass the chance up of a kness-up with the gangYour record profits will buy you an island There's a jigsaw with a picture, all the country as a mapHikers hiking, cyclers cycling, if I go I'm not coming backI'm all in love with all the girls I meet, the hardcore summer kindKitchen porters, budding painters, whiskey touring guides In the rain all your plans will fadeYou'll be left with the jigsaw

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Picture a scene in your mindLook at all the people and take note of the setting behindListen, watch, and waitA plot begins to take shapeThere's a storyAnd then characters will come to youRelating events as they choose toBut all their words and actions come entirely from you If you're a storyteller you might think you're without responsibilityAnd you can lead your characters anywhere you wantYou have immunity Have you considered the wayPeople might react to all the things that your characters say?And are their actions hand in hand with what you want to portray?Are you sick?Are you crippled? Insane?Expressing the desires that daren't speak their name?Are you the one to be blamed? Now you're a storyteller you might think you are without responsibilityBut in directions, actions and wordsCause and effectYou need consistency How can you finish the tale?Lives which have played a partAre summarised from the very startAnd episodes left out to make it all go our way"It's a might big worldSome of it I've seenBut mostly I've only heardAnd stories are all fiction from their moment of birth" You're just a storytellerYou're not trying to escape responsibilityIf we believe you then you're successfulBut you don't make claims of verity

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I don't want to play footballI don't understand the thrill of the gameI don't want to play footballI don't understand the thrill of the running, catching, throwingTaking orders from a moronGrabbing for the sweaty crotchesGetting hit by people I don't knowSugar, I'd rather play a different sort of gameSugar, the girls are just as good as boy at playing

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