| Don’t you, just feel so broken hearted?
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| They unzip you from your throat to your pelvis.
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| I’m just gonna feel so broken hearted.
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| Vampire cities sprouting from your organs.
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| Kept alive by machines and chemicals…
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| … Your hands, your head, your arms, your face start to quake.
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| Strip malls just stare so broken hearted.
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| Bill boards read: «you'll be dead this time next year».
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| And I know, I know, my ghost is gonna come…
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| So plant your skulls, in the earth.
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| And grow bone trees, to sheild your grief.
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| Bright white trees, and nectarines.
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| We’ll write postards to the love sick sea.
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| And sleep under the ivory canopy.
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| Don’t you just feel so broken hearted?
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| When there’s nothing, you can do about it.
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| I’m just gonna feel so broken hearted.
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| A sequin sky of haunting stars divides us.
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| Oh it’s rancid, it’s rancid, the taste of vultures on my tongue.
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| Ship yards just sway so broken hearted.
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| Shores stuffed with dismembered mannequins.
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| Fake eyes lidless and white watch tide
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| For ever and ever and ever and ever… |