| I know the way inside my heart
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| But nothing seems to get that far
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| I’ve spent my life down on my back
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| It falls asleep, it pops and cracks
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| And when the sun comes up again
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| My body dries and shrivels
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| Then some nice man is over me
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| So I throw up and giggle
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| There was a time when I was blank and see-through
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| But never white as snow
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| Just made of rippled glass
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| I thought that it was sealed, but now i know
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| In goes a tiny seed that splits open with rotten spice and sage
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| And then the numbness is consuming me
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| Just like a sweeping plague
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| My soul is cheap, lay on top of me
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| My soul is cheap, lay on top of me
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| My soul is cheap, lay on top of me
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| My soul is cheap, lay on top of me
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| My soul is cheap, lay on top of me
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| My soul is cheap, lay on top of me
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| I peel myself up off the floor
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| Say «I can’t do this anymore»
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| But then my soul has run away
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| So I lay down another day |