| Always:
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| Dancing across ribs — bare feet
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| Cotton-sound
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| The ticking of clocks
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| Wilder:
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| Ness I was, but when he called
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| I came
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| In the shape of a woman’s body
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| And how did you come?
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| I came wild with love and fierce with tongue
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| And who you gonna call?
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| I’ll call the only one who’ll know
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| Teeth gnaw gnaw at the breast at night
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| Call Medea!
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| Moss-grown palms under paper skin
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| Call Medea!
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| Feet kicking through the coffin wood
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| CallMedea, callMedea, callMedeacallMedeathewoocallMedeaooocallMedeaooooocaaaaadaa
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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| Ofa:
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| Sunken ship i made their tomb
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| And a song for little s i n g i n g s e a s h e l l s
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| Little singing sea shells!
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| I compose their melodies to feet and arms!
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| And how does it go?
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| A melody composed to feet and arms
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| How does it go?
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| I’ll call the only one who knows;
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| Pearls roll roll in the shell at night;
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| Call Medea!
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| Little rocks on a crusted tongue;
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| Call Medea!
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| Feel them knock through the coffin woo
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| Call Medea, call Medea oooooo call Medea, call Medea, ooood call Medea,
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| call Medea, ca a a a a a a all, ca a a a a a a a a a a all, ca a a a a a a a a
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| a a ll, caa aaa aaa aaaaaaa |