| The sun and the shutters and the sun shattered hair
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| The butler hesitates at the top of the stairs
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| A kitten from Great Britain sleeps behind the drapes
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| An old silver bowl filled with apples and grapes
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| It’s so very cold in the mansion after sunset
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| The snow is blowing through the baseboard outlets
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| And I have no idea what drives you, mister
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| Tanning beds explode with rich women inside
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| All my poor, hungry children
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| All my poor, hungry children
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| All my poor, hungry children
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| Time will break the world
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| Time will break the world
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| Time will break the world
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| The snow falls down so beautiful and stupid
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| For the black silhoutte of Abraham Lincoln trees
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| The sky’s low and grey like a Japanese table
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| And my horse’s legs look like four brown shotguns
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| The icicles are dripping like the whole house is weeping
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| On an evil little car with gull-wing doors
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| And I have no idea what drives you, mister
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| But I’ve killed you in my mind so many times before
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| All my poor, hungry children
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| All my poor, hungry children
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| All my poor, hungry children
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| Time will break the world
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| Time will break the world
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| Time will break the world |