The sky is black polyethylene, and you are fragile, like crystal.
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One such in the village, an inverted star.
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Give me every decibel before I get excited
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Until I managed to disappear into them, I will take out your eyes -
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So that no one would recognize you, no one would recognize you,
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When in the thorn bushes I kiss your lips.
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So that no one would recognize, no one would recognize -
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I would never have known, I would never have known.
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The sky is black polyethylene, it will catch on the horizon.
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We'll wake up in the damp earth, baby, I'm lucky to have you.
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I will open my soul to you, let it smell like rottenness.
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We are here alone with you, and I will open your face -
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And no one will find you, no one will find you -
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After all, in this field of hopelessness, you quietly fertilize the turf.
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And no one will find you, no one will find you -
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No one will find you in it, no one will find you.
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(No one will find you)
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This dress suits you so well
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(No one will find you)
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In the spring you will melt the ice in it
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(No one will find you)
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Although, in fact, it's just cellophane
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(No one will find you)
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And no one will find you in it
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The sky is black polyethylene, and you are fragile, like crystal.
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One such in the village, an inverted star.
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Give me every decibel before I get excited
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Before I can disappear into them, I will take out your eyes.
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I am your gentle murderer, I am your gentle murderer -
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Now your best friend that gently shreds you.
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I am your gentle murderer, your most gentle murderer;
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I am your gentle murderer, now your best friend.
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No one will find you, no one will find you
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After all, in this field of hopelessness, you quietly fertilize the turf.
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And no one will find you, no one will find you -
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After all, in this field of hopelessness, you quietly fertilize the turf.
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And no one will find you, no one will find you -
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After all, in this field of hopelessness, you quietly fertilize the turf.
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And no one will find you, no one will find you -
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After all, in this field of hopelessness, you quietly fertilize the turf!
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Nobody will find you!
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This dress suits you so well
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In the spring you will melt the ice in it
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Although, in fact, it's just cellophane
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And no one will find you in it
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Nobody will find you
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Nobody will find you
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Nobody will find you
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Nobody will find you
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Nobody will find you |