| Fuck you they said
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| As they threw their threads from their wedding bed
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| We’ll talk about this tomorrow
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| In the backwards of the world
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| In the wings unfurled twirl
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| In the upside down frown of the dark
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| On the tippy toe tin rooftops
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| In the vodka drama thriftshops
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| It’s there we’ll make our mark
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| It starts off like a pin prick
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| A trick of the light oil slick
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| Then grows to the size of your hand
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| Turns you outside in
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| Cigar burns and scar skin
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| Ripping bone and nail and gland
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| But your blood does not bleed red no more
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| It’s whiter than the sun burns, its bright with every hum
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| From within this gaping wound of ours
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| A new us has begun. |
| A new us has begun. |
| A new us has begun
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| Can’t we just talk about this
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| Tomorrow
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| Oh light me a new york torch my boys
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| Oh light me a new york torch my boys
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| Oh watch the fire surprise surprise burn up and up into those skies
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| Oh light me a new york torch my boys
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| Tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your
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| Hand on the wall as you go
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| Blood’s pouring like martini
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| Graffiti sweet bikini
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| Is that what you think of me now no no no
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| Are you god or devil, ghost dishevelled
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| Childhood friend or drunken revel
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| I cannot stop I’m bleeding out for you
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| You angel heart you monster oh
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| Some godforsaken prospero
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| Your feathers and your paws
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| Your hell for leather applause
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| You dance on tables, endless labels
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| Are you cain cos i’m not abel
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| Your bastard lasting nightbus asking
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| What’s the everlasting fable
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| I cannot find the words to keep you
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| I cannot find the words to keep you
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| But your blood does not bleed red no more
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| It’s brighter than the sun burns, its whiter with every hum
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| From within this gaping wound of ours
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| A new us has begun a new us has begun a new us has begun
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| Can’t we just talk about this
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| Tomorrow
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| Oh light me a new york torch my boys
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| Oh light me a new york torch my boys
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| Oh watch the fire surprise surprise burn up and up into those skies
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| Oh light me a new york torch my boys |