| Long lean piece of ice
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| Thin and hard think what it will do
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| I will slice and I will pour it to you
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| Drip, drip, drip
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| Reflective properties, I see you
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| Then my mind stops and stutters, my mind stops
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| Please can I kiss your kneecaps?
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over)
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| The sun burns itself
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| I look around and notice the dogs
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| The dogs in line to howl so loud, so long
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| For just one night
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| What the hell was your name?
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| I’m numb, dumbed down
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| On a leash that chokes so hard
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| My life fades to blue
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over)
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over and)
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| (S.F. harp solo)
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| And the hand that holds my leash
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| Is so strong that it’s useless to struggle
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| Useless to catch the one breath that starts me down
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| To freedom
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| Unknown, to the bone
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| Without taste, past disgrace
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| White pasty face
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| Please don’t notice me my goddess
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over)
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over and)
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| I’m a shadow crawling into the black
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| I’m a bug, sticky feet
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| I leave a trail
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| I am nothing, for no one, I’m useless
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over)
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over)
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| The sun burns itself out (over and over)
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| The sun burns itself |