| Narrowly, I escaped inevitable utter
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| And total ruin, though not left unscathed
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| My name and face kept intact by benevolent cowardice
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| We wore our Sunday best encircled your chrysalis
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| But you slept through the crisis
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| You will take a breath, you’ll take your very first breath
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| You’ll take a breath, once you’ve inhaled water
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| May you have a good death, a very good death
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| As the dust’s settling, I’m tip-toeing my way
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| Back to controlled environs the smug and relief
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| When a voice stops me in my tracks
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| And laughter bounds from the wreckage
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| We came out Easter dressed, now how could you second guess
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| A well-timed metamorphosis
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| You will learn to laugh, you’ll get a belly-aching laugh
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| You’ll learn to laugh once you’ve finished crying
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| May you have a good death, a very good death
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| Throw the baby out with the bath
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| Stones in a house of glass, lean into the cracks
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| And let the sky fall in
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| All I would die for replaced by virtual, immaculate imitation
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| My tryptophan teeth
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| And comatose lips firmly latched 'round the teat of a comfort
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| Whore, we waited all night long for you at rock bottom
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| Consoling your swan song
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| You will get a kiss, you’ll get your very first kiss
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| You’ll get a kiss once you’ve endured falling
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| May you have a good death, a very good death
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| Throw the baby out with the bath
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| Stones in a house of glass, lean into the cracks
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| Stones in a house of glass, lean into the cracks
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| Stones in a house of glass, lean into the cracks
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| Stones in a house of glass, lean into the cracks
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| And let the sky fall in |