| You are a waterfall waiting inside a well
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| And you are a wrecking ball before the building fell
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| And every lightning rod has gotta watch the storm cloud come
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| And I heard of pious men and I’ve heard of dirty fiends
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| But you don’t often hear of us ones in between
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| And I’ve heard of creatures who eat their babies
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| And I wonder if they stop to think about the taste
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| And I saw the sun go down outside of Arkansas
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| And I saw the sun come up somewhere in Illinois
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| And in the darkness I taught myself to hate
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| But, where were you, oh, where were you?
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| And where the fuck has your sun gone?
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| And I am a creature and I am surviving
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| And I want to be alone but I want your body
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| So when you eat me, mother and baby
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| Oh, baby, mother me, before you eat me
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| And you should always pass When you’ve got the inside lane
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| Don’t pull your hair out I won’t pull my hair out
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| For I have never seen a sun
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| That did not bury its head in the side of the world when the day was done
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| You are a waterfall waiting inside a well
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| And you are a wrecking ball before the building fell
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| And I will mutter like a lover Who speaks in tongues
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| Well, he speaks in tongues well, I speak in tongues
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| He don’t know if she’s got a wedding ring on
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| She don’t know if he’s got a wedding ring on
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| He don’t know if she’s got a wedding ring on
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| She don’t know if he’s got a wedding ring on |