| When you look at me like that
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| When your guilt rushes up at me
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| And your guilt rushes over mine
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| I feel like I’m on fire
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| And I take a glass, transparent
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| You give me a slow look up and down
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| Stare at my stomach
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| Stare at my belly button
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| You look satisfied when our eyes meet
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| I feel on fire, I liquefy
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| You stare searching for the vices deep down inside of me
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| Like a scientist looking for a mysterious phenomena
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| You start speaking tongues
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| You’re so unnatural, unhandled, gentle
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| When I’m conflicted by the worst, I look up to you
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| I liquefy and fall on the floor
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| Sinking, laughing, longing horror
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| You fall on your knees, bending your limb, growing
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| I freeze and I liquefy
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| Amongst your leg, pleased I’m going to stand
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| Your law is in my vellum, an abstraction
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| And when that god molecule screams, unconstrained
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| You’re lost in your apocalypse, you transform
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| Now you have me to shape our sorrows
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| He pulls his hand out of his pocket
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| But that is not a hand
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| And that is not a pocket
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| I pull a hair out of my mouth
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| But that is not a hair
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| And that is not my mouth |