| To bleed like a flower
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| On the side of the road
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| I want the eyes of academy
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| To sink in the courage
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| Of a man and his boat
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| I’d need to leaf through eternity
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| To hold up the holly, yeah
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| To sit under the trees, you know
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| Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
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| To drill into my lobes
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| And hang the shards of our regards
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| I’d have a meal put in front of me
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| Teach me how to feel
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| And how to scream and recreate
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| If I could swarm in the victorious
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| I’d blow into the wind
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| And feel the colour kicking in
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| I need that sellable stretchable coat
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| To stand and draw my sword
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| And cut me in to wage a war
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| I shed my skin on the timber shade
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| To pull it all apart
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| And dance in circles round the start
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| Toward the eyes wipe the prize away
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| Through the ghost of fire we flow
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| Over hills and highs we know
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| Hold me now
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| Hold me now
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| AAaAah…
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| To blame it on the stars
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| Is not to blink to mirror sin
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| To know that they’ll never fade away
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| To breathe upon the glass
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| And trace the hole that I fell in
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| I feel the particles accumulate
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| What are we gonna do?
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| What are we gonna say?
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| What are we gonna do?
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| What are we gonna say?
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| I’m a machine
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| I’m a machine
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| Oh I’m a machine
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| Oh I’m a machine
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| I’m a machine
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| That sends the colour to your head
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| A machine that sends the colour to your heart
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| A machine that sends the colour to your head
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| A machine that sends the colour to you |