My Guernica

I'm small and I'm tired

I'm blurred to bits and wired

I'm nothing in this universe

Nothing but pieces of dust

Appearing in more repeats

The mirror man has seen defeat

Hide away, be old and grey

Alfred J. Prufrock would be proud of me

Keep it together - hold it together

Keep it together - together

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Going now so happy and so loose

Making bigger holes in my stomach

Losing losing split down the middle

With no end and no beginning

I'm small and I'm tired

I'm blurred to bits and wired

I'm nothing in this universe

Nothing but pieces of dust

Keep it together - hold it together

Keep it together - hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Keep it together - hold it together

Keep it together - hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Ice-breaker

Ice-breaker

Ice-breaker

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