| Oh elsewhere
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| I can sniff it at first
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| I’ve never seen this place before
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| But I can smell my grandmother’s father’s bones
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| Decaying beneath these floors
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| Oh, the allure of new experience
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| And so, sex
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| Nowadays you can get your sex
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| In bloody plastic oil spill concentrate convenience
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| Do you feel the bones that you can’t own
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| Rattle the moans of the loner’s vacant cavities
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| Those echoes of tragedy
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| And now there’s a girl, a boy, void (?), a poison
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| And you think oh well
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| Never was committed to chastity
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| But anyway, hey
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| You beautiful circus
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| I’ve never seen you before
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| But what our brains just can’t quite endure
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| Is the oh so simple fact we’re all derived from one source
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| Oh, elsewhere it’s right here with us on the earth
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| You hear not the cries from the other side of that sliding door
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| All that they might tell us about the
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| Type of choices they don’t have anymore
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| And yes, yes, yes, the allure of a dying body’s sensory experience
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| But death what’s left but the resonance of your breath
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| And the carriage east or west that
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| You did build when you were breathing
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| But do you feel the bones that you can’t own
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| Rattle the moans of the loner’s vacant cavities
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| Those echoes of tragedy
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| And now there’s a girl, a boy, void (?), a poison
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| And you think oh well
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| These are the perils of free agency
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| So anyway, hey
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| You beautiful circus I’ve never seen you before
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| But what our brains simply cannot endure
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| Is the oh so simple fact that we’re all derived from one source
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| In doubt and fear I fear and I feel
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| Felt it all my life amongst my peers
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| But I refuse to summon that false remorse
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| To regret or apologize tell lies
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| 'Bout how I’ve seen this place before
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| Truth is my skull cracked open
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| Bleeding light and I was simply informed
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| If you miss these dancing angels should they leave you
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| Listen to them breathe you
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| You will miss them rest assure but
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| Worry not a prophet knocks at your door
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| To lay your distant cousin’s bones on the carpet of your floor |