| Go to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races
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| tonight where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of
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| incandescent spires
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| the roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits
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| you could turn it all on end still wouldn’t be taller than the biotic arch at
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| the crown of creation
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| well there are people who put dirty hypodermic needles
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| between the seat cushions in the movie theater
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| we all have the same dream the night that we contract it
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| so maybe I’ve been sleeping less at your place since a man’s last panicked
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| screams startled us awake
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| we’re paralyzed 'til the cop cars arrive
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| casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling three colors we watch the frozen
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| moon
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| in daylight I stare past your eyes' lenses windows framing solar wind rustling
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| ivy on the painted pink buildings
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| I’ve been hearing the soft step of the gray-eyed governess
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| but I know you know the physical form of moaning alarms coming from the air
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| force base
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| a skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release
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| debasement ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering v’s of geese
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| someday my body’s gonna fail me
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| then prostrate maybe in my back yard
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| with my family’s screams muted by the pounding rush
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| the high shrinking sun will be eclipsed
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| by heaving rainbows of flesh
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| a chrysalis of tissues from thinning air
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| so my eyes will be wide open 'cause there’s no light
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| just one definite darkness the taste is unmistakable like a fever breaking |