| You are the long thin vine on which I swing across the Vine Abyss
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| Longer each time
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| Don’t ever swing back to those firm sides
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| Let’s hang so deep I die from this
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| Deeper each time, deeper each time
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| Viscous things are licking up, picking up
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| And vertigo, it thickens up
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| Thicker each time
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| Stretch me out, don’t let me out
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| Let’s set that sad pit ablaze
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| Brighter each time, brighter each time
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| However all this may turn
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| I’ll burn
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| Never let up, never learn
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| I’ll burn, I’ll burn
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| Now I’m alone and stuck for good, sucked for good
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| In that deep-sea hair-thin tar pit where all vibes come from
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| It’s not so dark, it’s not so dark
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| Now I’m alone and stuck for good, sucked for good
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| Lungs filled with love’s blackest and most ancient ichor
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| It’s not so dark, it’s not so dark |