| And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
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| And each hole in her tongue is always occupied
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| By the milk of the sun
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| And each hair on her head is fields of gold wheat
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| And I’m lying on my back
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| And I’m falling asleep
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| Mm hmm hmm hmm
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| And each lash in her eye in really white roots
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| And each line in her skin is really red roots
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| Mm hmm hmm hmm
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| And the neck her head’s on is a tunnel of dawn
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| But darkness will come
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| But darkness will come
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| For sure, it’s gonna come
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| And the breast on her chest is where I take my rest
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| Is where I have my fun
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| Is where I have my fun
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| Mm hmm hmm hmm
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| And the one long red nail that shoots from her toe
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| Is tickling my blood
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| And shifting its flow
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| Mm hmm hmm hmm
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| And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
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| And each hole in her tongue is always occupied
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| By the milk of the sun
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| And I’m always late, 'ways late
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| And I’m always late
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| Yeah, I’m always late
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| Yeah, I’m always late
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| Ah ah ah ah…
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| And your black two lips of time
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| And your black two lips of time
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| And yours hand rejoice in mine
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| Ah ah ah ah…
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| And that seed, it grows all day
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| And that seed, it grows all night
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| And our veins are intertwined
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| Ah ah ah ah… |