| I, I’m feeling fine
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| Just wasting time
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| By watching debutants
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| All dressed in brine
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| And that besides
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| Formaldehyde
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| Needs help preserving this life
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| My arms around your shoulders
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| Like a rope around your neck
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| Hearts beat to stay unbroken
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| My arms around your shoulders
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| Like a rope around your neck
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| Hearts beat to stay unbroken
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| I’m feeling fine
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| I’ll wear your hide
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| And drape your conscience
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| Wet, over the side
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| Of my empire
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| Of hooks and wires
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| From which I hang desires
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| My arms around your shoulders
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| Like a rope around your neck
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| Hearts beat to stay unbroken
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| My arms around your shoulders
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| Like a rope around your neck
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| Hearts beat to stay unbroken
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| Patience patients
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| Lest you float away
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| My eyes are Turing holes
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| Filled with bending rays
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| And my mind; |
| vestigial growth
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| Determined by brain states
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| But as you dissipate
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| To try to disappear
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| Would it kill you just to
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| Leave me a gratuity
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| No lessons learned in chains
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| No prayers save those you make in vain
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| No walls to string you by your veins
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| No bleach to wash away the strain |