| There’s a belt of sun dripping through a porthole
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| In a set design
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| Can you read your name?
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| It’s been so long since we bloomed from the inside
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| So where have you been
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| Since you fell off the flat edge
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| Of the world under an ugly sky
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| You’ve been lying right there
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| Claiming you dance under the moonlight
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| A song but is the flesh and blood
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| To what you think is a song but is the flesh and blood
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| Of a dismembered groin that’s been bleeding
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| For thousands of your years
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| You felt like history in your thighs
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| (You get four red candles)
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| You’re the one that makes me realize
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| (On the table with your painted fire eyes)
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| Big water flowing through to tomorrow
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| (Blue to your addiction)
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| Apples and cake must have been your steak
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| (That forced you to drink your gallon of wine)
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| Your little duck house
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| (But the smile is in an erection)
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| Makes me feel like I’m alive
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| You’re hidden by your wooden legs
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| (You're my kind, you’re my kind)
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| You always make me feel like a moon in my life, all the time
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| (Staring down at the world’s edge)
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| It always makes me feel good to know you’re alive
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| (Lying down by the whirlpool)
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| You’re wrapping in your tights
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| (Finally realized you must have bitten your snake, your little guy)
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| I’ve been insane, well the time is slow
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| (I've been to a society where you won’t miss those feelings, so you can’t feel
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| the sunshine)
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| (And if you see me roaming the hillside won’t you come along?)
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| The Pope don’t matter when the pawn is your sea, don’t you agree?
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| (It's a hard road to the top of yourself, you’ll always be alone)
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| When you’re around I’m wound around your thumb
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| (I like you in my life, it makes me feel good just to know I can love someone
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| like you)
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| You wanna be numb inside the gun
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| (They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand, but
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| When you see creation coming you close your eyes)
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| All your billboards are one big fight
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| Against the baby inside that you’ve mistaken for pain
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| (And to you, I’m sure, it’s no surprise that I could be one of the dead.
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| Thank god my underwear’s full of lead without you)
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| Without you |