| Two headed boy
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| All floating in glass
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| The sun it has passed
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| Now it’s blacker than black
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| I can hear as you tap on your jar
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| And I am listening to hear where you are
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| I am listening to hear where you are
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| Two headed boy
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| Put on Sunday shoes
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| And dance round the room to accordion keys
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| With the needle that sings in your heart
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| Catching signals that sound in the dark
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| Catching signals that sound in the dark
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| We will take off our clothes
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| And they’ll be placing fingers
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| Through the notches in your spine
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| And when all is breaking
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| Everything that you could keep inside
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| Now your eyes ain’t moving, now
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| They just lay there in their climb
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| Two headed boy
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| With pulleys and weights
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| Creating a radio played just for two
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| In the parlor with a moon across her face
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| And through the music he sweetly displays
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| Silver speakers that sparkle all day
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| Made for his lover who’s floating and choking with her hands across her face
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| And in the dark we will take off our clothes
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| And they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
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| And when all is breaking
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| Everything that you could keep inside
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| Now your eyes ain’t moving, now
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| They just lay there in their climb
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| Two headed boy
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| There’s no reason to grieve
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| The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
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| Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
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| And I will take you and leave you alone
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| Watching spirals of white softly flow
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| Over your eyelids and all you did
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| Will wait until the point when you let go |