| «someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me»
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| You’re laying waste to Halloween
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| You fucked it friend, it’s on it’s head, it struck the street
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| You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet
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| … and at once I knew I was not magnificent
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| Strayed above the highway aisle
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| Jagged vacance, thick with ice
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| But I could see for miles, miles, miles
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| 3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
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| Was where we learned to celebrate
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| Automatic bought the years you’d talk for me That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
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| Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
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| Saying nothing, that’s enough for me
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| … and at once I knew I was not magnificent
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| Hulled far from the highway aisle
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| Jagged vacance, thick with ice
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| And I could see for miles, miles, miles
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| Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
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| Above my brother, I and tangled spines
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| We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be Now to know it my memory
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| … and at once I knew I was not magnificent.
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| High above the highway aisle
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| (Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
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| I could see for miles, miles, miles |