| Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes
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| With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows
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| All the windows are open
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| All of the low lights glow
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| And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float
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| And wash out to the street down below
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| And when I die, then I’ll sleep in the sides of clouds
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| Over the mountains
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| I’ll hover above your house
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| You’ll hear me haunting
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| You’ll hear my cries and howls
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| Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth
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| It feels like the end of the world inside you
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| When this sweetness infinitely holds us And I fall into you
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| The hex on my heart made it harder and harder
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| To finally find you
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| You and your sister
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| Alone in the upstairs room
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| Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon
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| Were you surprised when you started to see
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| Right through her skin and the things she said to you?
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| You know the whole family eventually all went blind
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| Or their vision got blurry
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| Simply a bad blood line
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| I won’t be angry when I lose my eyes
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| My hands will have mapped out the world by that time
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| And my sight,
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| It might forget what to do when the things
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| That I’ve seen and I’ve been
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| When they come back for me The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers
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| And I’ll feel everything like I was listening to the rain
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| When I lose my eyes there will be something more
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| Something my vision was far too afraid of When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling
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| And braying my singing was made of before
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| When I lose my hands there will be brand new words
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| And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you
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| When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout
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| Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end. |