| What is that incessant humming? |
| Coming from your manga more?
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| Oh, you breathe twin towers, oh — you gave your powers up.
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| …and I can’t teach you how to stop it, if you can’t make me understand
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| Break, the withered habit, ohh — I need your rabid smile
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| Your home,
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| Your head,
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| Take form,
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| First body, last body…
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| I wish the summer was over us in bursts
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| we’re in the middle of nothing we can hold
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| and the sewers erupting, life in gold
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| I’m gonna happen and happen until my whole gave up the ghost
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| (I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more)
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| So lean me up and take a picture, I can’t move my legs and arms
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| — too much information, too much to be thinking of.
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| and each of us have separate houses, and each of us have separate souls
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| Your home,
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| Your head,
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| Take form,
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| First body, last body…
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| I wish the cesspit would open like a bible
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| I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
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| and, I’ve never been able to divide us
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| I’m gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal
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| Yet while I can slumber, rest, move so slowly
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| creeping across his chest, like some cold weed
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| he’s not as afraid as me, like some dancer…
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| I wish the cesspit would open like a bible
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| I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
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| and, I’ve never been able to divide us
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| I’m gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal |