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Checkered flag, checkered flag, checkered flag for Harry Braff.
Goodbye Harry Braff, it's so good to see him win the race.
And the crowd, feeling proud to spend all day out there.
And getting a good view of Harry Braff, Harry Braff
Realise Harry Braff and the Mayor of Gordon cheers him on.
Ev'ry mile, see him smile with the dust in his eyes.
Ev'ryone's crying for Harry Braff. Harry Braff.
Goodbye! Harry Braff. Goodbye! Harry Braff
Goodbye! Harry Braff. Goodbye!
Checkered flag, checkered
Pointing Bone
From the fury pit, a reek of misery
Like a trumpet groan, tornado moan
The splendor splits like a golden skin
He and the wizards cry like humming birds
In treasure glows, your weeping wings
And a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child
In a jackals hide
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
Silent in flamingo ease
Distant in troubled trance
Within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
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With a Gorgon's head and a cloak of skulls
They're kindling fires in open wounds
Pointing bone
In a jaguar skin, blood matted mane
Beacons blaze toward a waning moon
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child
In a jackals hide
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
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