Mum,
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there are so few of us left.
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The day ended in scarlet.
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And it looks like they got it
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we are to the moon.
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It's clear,
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our eyes are burning brightly.
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Almost inaudible consonants
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but still flammable
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all my dreams.
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stupid -
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loupes are stuffed into the body.
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Everything here is so naive. |
Super!
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We'll be better in the morning.
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With us
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Tsunami walks nearby.
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Excited is your Dalai Lama
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Advertising will tell everything.
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Mum,
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there are so few of us left.
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Night pulls the edge of the blanket.
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All the stars fell to the floor.
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Mum,
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it just all fit together
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and you have to start over.
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After all, there are so few of us left, mother.
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Few,
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not enough to start over.
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Walk away from the pier
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and whatever makes you sick
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close your eyes.
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Houses
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among the shadows of strangers,
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desired numbers and rooms
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we put injections in the Heart
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looking back.
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Mum,
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there are so few of us left.
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Night pulls the edge of the blanket.
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All the stars fell to the floor.
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Mum,
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it just all fit together
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and you have to start over.
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After all, there are so few of us left, mother.
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Mum,
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there are so few of us left.
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The day ended in scarlet.
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All the stars fell to the floor.
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Mum,
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it just all fit together
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and you have to start over.
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After all, there are so few of us left, mother. |