| A five point diagram, for a six point hole
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| Endless boundaries and sunset flicker
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| A tumbling void, ticker tape, black glitter
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| On a firing line
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| Chest inhaling sea air
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| Will never get the urge
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| (Cursed until the last)
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| Unquenchable thirst
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| Pearly bubble bursts
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| Staring at the edge
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| Girl, I’ll sink like a stone on the Bay
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| But I’ll float like a ghost all the way
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| And the wind might not catch when you say
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| Without you I’m…
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| Into a pixelated exit wound
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| Surface gulps into a foamy white spitting womb
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| Golden Gate spirit tomb-
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| Its perplexing
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| You can say so much more
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| With a voluntary death-splash
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| Can’t separate myself from the facts
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| You’re drowning in a swamp of reason
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| This is sugar sweet treason
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| Head back and relax
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| Girl, I’ll sink like a stone on the Bay
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| But I’ll float like a ghost all the way
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| And the wind might not catch when you say
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| Without you I’m…
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| And if there’s time
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| Between the waves and fear and my demise
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| Between the waves and fear and my demise
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| Well I should like to feel the quiet
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| In the sea of my decline
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| And did you know your life will go on
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| With or without you
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| A five point diagram, for a six point hole
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| Hey world, I’mma float off the bridge on the Bay
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| But I could hold off that kiss all the same
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| I could live out my life in a cage
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| I could float like a ghost all the way
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| And the wind might just crack when I say
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| Without you I’m… |