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"On monday I took a flower Dried it in my hand Covered it in poison And I threw it on the land On wasted ground it tried to root But choked upon the sand And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On tuesday I took a bird Such pain to hear it sing I blackened it with petrol And oiled it's little wings I tainted the breeze As I threw it to the wind And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On wednesday I took a man He begged please help me die For he lay in pain and suffering It made his loved ones cry I can be terrible and gentle In the blinking of an eye And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On thursday I took a woman Heavy with a child My old friend rape had paid a visit Had stayed a little while In a back street I touched her With a wire and a smile And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On friday I took a city Cursed it with a plague Powdered crystals, smoking pipes To crush and to enslave And a row of dirty needles Lines the route onto the grave And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On saturday I took a country Praying for the rain Parched throats and swollen lips Without a harvest grain And I wiped out generations And I'd do it all again And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On sunday I took the world A bomb I did employ Seven days to create life And one day to destroy Every woman every man Every girl and boy And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you Now as I close my diary And I've made my final date I blow away the ashes And I stoke the smoking grate I've no distinction between pain and joy No line twixt love and hate There's no room in my diary for you, my friend There's no room in my diary for you "