| I fell in love with this fish, it got caught in my mesh
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| Treading water on the surface of the bottomless depths. |
| I guess
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| a diamond’s nothing but a rock with a name.
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| Took it to the pawn shop up on Providence Lane
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| The song’s solemn, sweet sympho, serpentine,
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| dug a ditch for my severed head and flead the murder scene.
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| Saw me making progress, saw me do my thing,
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| saw the magic that could turn a peasant to a king.
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| Saw me drift gently down the stream in a dream state
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| and reawaken with a chlid’s smile and a clean slate
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| Say something, touch a nerv, make a mean face.
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| We would argue every day for a week straight
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| They say it all for the best, I don’t disagree
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| She’s throwing shit at me I’m screaming like Kid Capri.
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| Sweet misery, physically sick, heatless,
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| let me live my life the way I see fit.
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| I saw the light that day
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| like we don’t ever have to live our lives that way
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| Salome lead me down the right pathway
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| Take my head, watch the light cascade
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| You suffered, you coped, you moved, you shaked,
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| you falling in and out of love, you play the game,
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| you make mistakes, you split, you brake,
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| you found what you lookin for and move on.
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| New day, new dawn, you were gone too long.
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| Love is a very strange thing,
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| amputate the limbs and infect it with gangrene
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| My queen shook me out of a dream,
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| «something's out of place», she said
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| «it's for the best», and vanished without a trace
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| We’re all trying to self awaken or let our selves go,
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| self medicate, self indulge and self loathe.
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| I was somewhere in the second cirle when hell froze
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| Lost all control to self moving in stealth mode
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| Right place, right time; |
| bright lights, white lines
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| Everything’s gray, everything’s gray
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| A clean slate drifted gently down the stream, dream state
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| Everything’s gray, everything’s gray.
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| You’re a universe but you don’t know your own depths
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| It’s time we shed our own flesh
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| and confidence nest we’re on the home stretch
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| Some people got heads like Omex
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| and hollow eyes for crows to peck
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| 'Til the eagle dies a slow death
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| I am making progress see me do my thing,
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| Saw the magic that could turn a peasant to a king
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| See me drift down the stream gently in a dream state
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| and reawaken with a child’s smile and a clean slate.
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| I saw the light that day
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| like we don’t ever have to live our lives that way
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| Salome lead me down the right pathway
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| Take my head, watch the light cascade |