| Exhume the dead decathlon
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| We’re running races on all fours
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| I am a snowflake to satiate the yearning
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| To wet the tongues of thirsty ne’er-do-wells
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| Appease the peasant
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| In the quarters of the puppeteers
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| A child that can’t wipe its own ass
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| But knows enough to feel ashamed
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| I’m stretched as thin as fishing line
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| In a vessel stuck in neutral on an infinite decline
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| Yeah, oh what a privilege to remain submerged
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| Compassion’s only real when it hurts
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| Drag your fingers between my lips, please teach me how
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| Live in an unearned home in my heart
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| My love undone, I am the one celestial cockroach
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| Ask and receive
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| Hear and discard
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| Gather your toys
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| Play in the yard
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| Stray from our sight and immediately the memory’s gone, discover what we do is
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| secret
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| Frail, the connection, disciple and messiah
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| The strings that lift my fingers to the sky
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| Unclear discernment
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| Am I god or another stock marionette
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| Built to believe he is unique?
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| Stray from our sight and immediately the memory’s gone, discover what we do is
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| secret
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| Hush darling |