| Careening crazy and awaked
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| Night spark make her escape
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| Spinning sick on the whack of a wheel
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| Headlamp flashing close by
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| Banging eyes
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| Fireflies
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| Drip in burst
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| 'Gainst the keening lean
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| Of my night curse
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| Have I drunk my brain away?
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| Has he shouted my thinking out?
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| Well here I am still thinking just entirely devoid of anything
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| That I would consider of worth
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| Just a ghost on this earth
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| 'Gainst the keening lean
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| Of my night curse
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| No I don’t know what to do
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| Do you know what to do?
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| I don’t know what to do
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| You do, do you?
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| No I don’t know what to do
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| Do you know what to do?
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| I don’t know what to do
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| You don’t, do you?
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| There is a fist around a brittle stem
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| Shake a fine dust off my tongue
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| I hear the shriek of a molecule
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| As she gets sucked and lacerated through a filter of you
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| Headlamp flashing close by
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| Banging eyes
|
| Fireflies
|
| Drip in burst
|
| 'Gainst the keening lean
|
| Of my night curse
|
| No I don’t know what to do
|
| Do you know what to do?
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| I don’t know what to do
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| You do, do you?
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| No I don’t know what to do
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| Do you know what to do?
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| I don’t know what to do
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| You don’t, do you?
|
| Careening crazy and awaked
|
| Night spark make her escape
|
| Spinning sick on the whack of a wheel
|
| Headlamp flashing close by
|
| Banging eyes
|
| Fireflies
|
| Drip in burst
|
| 'Gainst the keening lean
|
| Of my night curse
|
| No I don’t know what to do
|
| Do you know what to do?
|
| I don’t know what to do
|
| You do, do you?
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| No I don’t know what to do
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| Do you know what to do?
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| I don’t know what to do
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| You don’t, do you?
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| You don’t, do you?
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| You don’t, do you? |