| I made cigarette burns in the center of your room
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| Outlined by the legs of a bug on its back
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| I poured salt from my palm in the center of your room
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| Slow and steadily built a bridge on your back
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| Ancient civilization
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| Bring me into your halls
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| Drain the river that feeds me
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| You just can’t wait to meet me
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| I’d like to ask the host, can I please stay?
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| Making the most of our last days
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| Bleed into the turn deep in the pyramids I field
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| Three dark stars set and sing to the dead man’s flood
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| All nine planets align mimicked in your dance moves
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| And we’re having our time left to choose
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| Ancient civilization
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| Bring me into your halls
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| Drain the river that feeds me
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| You just can’t wait to meet me
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| I’d like to ask the host, can I please stay?
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| Making the most of our last days
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| Even the right to live free is gone
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| Even the right to live free is gone
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| Crunch your numbers with pause yielding plausible 13
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| Punching cards for the gods so I’ll charge for the cause
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| Match the mirror’s reflection and see what I see
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| The mirage is in charge, we’ll show them who’s boss
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| Ancient civilization
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| Bring me into your halls
|
| Drain the river that feeds me
|
| You just can’t wait to meet me
|
| I’d like to ask the host, can I please stay?
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| Making the most of our last days |