| Then I thought I saw a totem
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| Mounted on my northern bedroom wall
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| It sparked and lit the walls of my home
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| And my body rises like a stone
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| When I regain my consciousness it’s crawling up the spine
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| There’s something in me now that it’s not mine
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| It touches nervous system crystalline
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| Glowing abdomen to fingers
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| I am the vine
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| My back snaps like a rubber band, my arms bound in embrace
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| With a ten-foot tele-vista and his hands upon my face
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| Fucked into space, fucked into space
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| Then I thought I saw the rooftops
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| Disappear beneath my feet
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| And I wonder who will sing of me when I am gone?
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| As my body rises like a stone
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| My back snaps like a rubber band, my arms bound in embrace
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| I got a ten-mile tele-vista with his hands across my face
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| Fucked into space, fucked into space |