| Sharing smoke
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| In the stair up off the hot car lot
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| Sun shine hard on the video spot
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| Hm, mm, mm, mm
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| Sure as any living dream
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| It’s not all then what it seems
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| And the whole thing’s hauled away
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| A womb
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| An empty robe
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| Enough
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| You’re rolling up
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| You’re holding it
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| You’re fabric now
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| Paramind
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| Paramind
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| Hallucinating Claire
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| Nor the snow shoe light or the autumns
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| Threw the meaning out the door
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| (Now could you be a friend)
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| There’s no meaning anymore
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| (Come and kiss me here again)
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| A womb
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| An empty robe
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| Enough
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| You’re rolling up
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| You’re holding it
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| You’re bent prize
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| Canonize
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| Canonize
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| Motor up and yeah, you’re own, ooh
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| And yeah, you’re on your own, ooh
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| Fold the map and mend the gap
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| And I tow the word companion
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| And I make my self escape
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| Oh, the multitude of other
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| It comes always off the page
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| I hold the note
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| You wrote and know
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| You’ve buried all your alimony butterflies
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| Sub find
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| Some night |