| Floating up to the hole in the sky
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| To the casual wink of Uranus’s wandering eye
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| I looked down somewhere over Europe
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| And let down a rope with Zeus on my side
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| And Cypress was pointing her bony finger
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| At the hole she’d make in Turkey’s belly
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| And Kithira could hear nothing else but the noise
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| Of Laconia’s engulfing war yell
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| Is she tartarean again today
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| With her aphrodisiac, the tarantella sway?
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| In anagogical vision, I am what I see
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| In anaclitical remission, there’s nothing more to be
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| And I hit a wall with all I had
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| A start even with the first kiss
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| It ended in a scream of pain
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| I broke every bone in the red fist
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| And I face it, she makes the world spin
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| She makes all of us somehow kin
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| And makes everything the same as it’s always been
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| So I’ve let down my rope to reel anyone in
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| And Uranus’s scrotum’s a totem pole
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| In the middle of Washington state
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| It tells the story of what went down in our house
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| It tells the story of our lust-driven, bearded, beautiful fate |