| What is that incessant humming
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| Coming from your manga maw?
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| Oh, you breathe twin towers
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| Oh, you gave your powers up
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| (Breathe, move forward)
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| And I can’t teach you how to stop it
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| If you can’t make me understand
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| Break the withered habit
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| Oh, I need your rabid smile
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| Your home
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| (With the family, wife and child and wife and)
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| Your head
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| (Days in the cemetery, come the calm, the calm, the)
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| Take form
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| (Time as your figure becomes the stone, the stone)
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| Your first body, last body
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| I wish the summer was over us in bursts
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| We’re in the middle of nothing we could hold
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| And the sewers erupting life in gold
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| I’m gonna happen and happen until my whole gave up the ghost
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| I’m gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more
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| So lean me up and take a picture
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| I can’t move my legs and arms
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| It’s too much information
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| Too much to be thinking of
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| And each of us have separate houses
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| And each of us have separate souls
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| And some of us do nothing
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| Some, some of us do nothing more
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| Your home
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| (Sleep as your figure becomes the stone, the stone, the)
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| Your head
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| (Time with the family, sleep the wheel, the tomb, the)
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| Take form
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| (Dance with the atrophy, cold and warm, and warm)
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| Your first body, last body
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| I wish the cesspit would open like a bible
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| I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
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| And I’ve never been able to divide us
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| I’m gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal
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| I’m gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstasy
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| While I can slumber, rest, move so slowly
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| It’s creeping across his chest like some cold weed
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| He’s not as afraid as me like some dancer
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| My home
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| My head
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| Take form
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| I wish the cesspit would open like a bible
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| I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
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| And I’ve never been able to divide us
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| I’m gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal
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| I’m gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstasy
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| I wish the summer was over us in bursts
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| We’re in the middle of nothing we could hold
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| And the sewers erupting life in gold
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| I’m gonna happen and happen until my whole gave up the ghost
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| I’m gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more
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| Stood in a mirror
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| It’s hard
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| My lifestyle determines my death style
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| Amen |