| From the beginning
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| Small lifeforms
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| You can kill without warning
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| So they don’t explode
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| Stop your growing limbs and thinking
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| Do you love them now you’re blinking?
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| And reminding her of him
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| Oh, you steal his features
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| And your mother is a bleacher
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| She don’t even feel the heat, no
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| She don’t even want to speak to you
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| But you, you’ll always find another place to go
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| Oh
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| You always find another womb to grow
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| To grow…
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| To grow…
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| Well, you can try to sink down deeply
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| And find the children lost at sea
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| Find the children who discretely
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| Were killed in infancy
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| To stop them holding you and screaming
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| That you’ll lose your wildest dreaming
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| Still reminding me you of him
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| How he left without reasons
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| Oh, but you, you’ll always find another place to go
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| Oh
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| You’ll always find another womb to grow
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| To grow…
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| To grow…
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| You can try to forget, but I won’t let you easily
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| You can try to forget, but I won’t let you easily
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| I’m flooding out and I’m too washed out to see
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| Drifting away this time you’ll regret you’ve conceived it
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| Clean up the dead you leave behind
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| Just like insects
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| Clean up the dead you leave behind |