| You learned to swim up on dry land
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| And I went dry over a watering can
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| If the car slows down, can we make it
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| To the starry band?
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| A centipede through din crescendos
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| Wouldn’t dare to tell a friend, though
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| Ashes from a tin, poisoned
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| With Buillet and bolo
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| When you’re trapped in paradise
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| Or a free man in hell
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| Burning or freezing, go on and build me a cell
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| I guess I’ll just wear ‘em, if the chains fit me well
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| You’re either trapped in paradise or a free man in hell
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| Neon blares through grey smoke din
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| Velvet Julia on a gunpowder plinth
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| Harried, but carried aloft
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| By diversion
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| Between where I’m going and where I’ve been
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| The town’s on fire or the ground’s frozen
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| It’s all just recreational masochism
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| When you’re trapped in paradise
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| Or a free man in hell
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| Burning or freezing, go on and build me a cell
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| I guess I’ll just wear ‘em, if the chains fit me well
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| You’re either trapped in paradise or a free man in hell |