| Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes?
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| Oh pretty, pretty, I’m aflame
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| So excited, so unslept
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| Somewhat littered, so unswept
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| You have to sleep before you wake
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| I am spilled and poured
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| I am peeled and cored
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| I am hanging from the floor
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| Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week
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| In a black cell of forever
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| There’s a point to this
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| A point I think I often miss
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| Oh clever, clever, where’s your heart?
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| You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways
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| It makes no sense but it’s as good as it is sad
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| I am sad, elated
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| I am segregated
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| There’s this stitching and it’s itching
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| All my friends are dead
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| Asleep in distant beds
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| At least these enemies stay close
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| Take me to the pretty ones
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| I want to be a pretty one
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| Sign me to a nice girl so she can ruin me eternally
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| They offered me a million bucks
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| All I want’s a steady fuck
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| Oh steady, steady, where were you?
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| Channel surf a sea of static
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| See the prize but you can’t have it
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| There’s something thankless in a wish fulfilled
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| I am thrilled and bored
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| I am unskilled, adored
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| All of both and none of one
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| I would kill for more
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| I haven’t killed before
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| I could set this heart on stun
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| Take me to the pretty ones
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| I want to be original
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| Sign me to a nice girl so I can sing her something meaningful
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| In my perfect world I’d be signed to a nice girl
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| It would cost one million kisses |