| Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits
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| Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night
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| Who feign to use a knife
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| Jingle jangle the cosmos are on fire
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| The blazing loins of the criminal choir
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| Rejoice to be alive
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| Broken and depraved
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| Sullied mop and rusted pail
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| Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell
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| This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes
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| It’s hard to remember fantasy or horror
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| Unwarranted caresses
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| Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands
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| Dear Father, who art in heaven
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| Hollow be thy name
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| Witches confused by their own magic
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| Witches displeased by their own perfume
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| Shame-lock woman
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| Shaman woman fuming with shame
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| Love-lock woman
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| Women their own magic women
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| Shadow body, shadow spirit
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| White blood, blue night
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| Angel’s lyrics
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| Female creature wilted high in the rafters
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| Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter
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| Shadows spilling into the babe’s milk
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| Sorry eyes of ghost’s memoir
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| Four blue plus two, that makes six
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| That’s twelve times two
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| Two brown eyes, one green
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| Hazel’s asleep in the hayloft
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| Down the road drowning in dry grass
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| In the sweet maiden’s lap poisoned with nightshade
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| Witches' last laugh
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| Stick your thumb out and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop here soon
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| Take down your hair, wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s gonna stop here soon
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| Take down your hair and wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| Even though red’s not your color
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| I’ll dress you in feathers
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| And fly you in the windy weather
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| Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats
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| Little dewy brawling cats
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| With cross-eyes and hats
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| They take mercy on you
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| They take you for walks
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| The mercy choir singing dismal hymns
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| Watery bible rims
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| All jumbled a mess
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| A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop here soon
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| Take down your hair and wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop here soon
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| Take down your hair and wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| With a knapsack of trinket
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| I’m off to seek my fortune again
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| Chasing ghosts of dead orphans
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| Friend, cousin, or kin
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| We wave to the passer by
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| Moth wings of a butterfly
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| Endless tracks where no car pass
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| Close your eyes and you can fly
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| I’m off to meet my soul mate
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| A naked fawny jailbait
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| Wading into ponds
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| Filly with polliwogs at dawn
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| Mourning the light that slipped from my eyes
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| A little child with dirty nails and dirty hair
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| I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop here soon
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| Take down your hair, wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop here soon
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| Take down your hair, wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop you soon
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| Take down your hair and wind up your grin
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| Cuz someone’s gonna take you home
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop you soon
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| Take down your hair and wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home
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| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
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| Someone’s bound to stop you soon
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| Take down your hair and wind up your grin
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| Someone’s gonna take you home |