| I sometimes wonder
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| If you were breathing underwater
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| Or if you simply came to exist the instant your twin hooks broke
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| The air
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| Like the claw of crab
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| Coming out of the water
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| The constellation of Cancer gone crazy
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| Next comes your massive skull
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| Wide and white and rippled like a seabed
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| Little hills rolling down to black oblivious eyes
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| An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on
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| The sand
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| Hiding nothing, knowing nothing
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| Not understanding that there’s anything to understand
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| They say that he sent you
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| But what does that mean?
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| Did he point to the door with his pitchfork while you slept like a
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| Dog at his feet?
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| Did you walk for days upon the Mediterranean floor
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| Your hooves kicking up sand in slow explosions
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| And getting shipwrecks caught in your horns?
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| Or did you bubble up from the brine
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| Piling up like wet clay
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| Taking form like a tumour
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| Taking your first breath then taking notice of the day?
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| Next comes your massive skull
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| Wide and white and rippled like a seabed
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| Little hills rolling down to black oblivious eyes
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| An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on
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| The sand
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| Hiding nothing, knowing nothing
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| Not understanding that there’s anything to understand
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| Why couldn’t you bow down
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| Your coral coloured head
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| And turn back to the sea
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| Why couldn’t you bow down
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| Your coral coloured head
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| And turn back to the sea
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| But you just put one hoof in front of the other
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| And humped up the beach to the front of the palace
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| Where they waited for an answer to their dances
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| So l guess you are my father
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| And I guess that she’s my mother
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| So l guess I am a prince
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| And I guess I am a bastard
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| So l guess I am an outcast
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| And I guess I am a monster
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| And I guess I am a god
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| Since a god was your maker
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| And I guess that I forgive you
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| Since at heart you‘re just a creature
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| And your massive skull
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| Wide and white and rippled like a seabed
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| Little hills rolling down to black oblivious eyes
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| An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on
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| The sand
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| Hiding nothing, knowing nothing
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| Not understanding that there’s anything to understand
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| An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on the sand
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| Hiding nothing, knowing nothing
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| Not understanding that there’s anything to understand |