| Come come
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| Mine aluminum stilts
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| Strangle the light like that
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| Spin spittle in siren wine
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| Come
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| In sweet lamentations
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| Birds of the night cry out
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| And swoon like the blood won’t dry
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| Hung in drapes of palest lace
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| From the stakes of brittle grace
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| It’s away, my love
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| Come come
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| Mine aluminum stilts
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| Mangled your white face cracks
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| Out quivers the smiling sire
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| Come
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| Soft on this tender breast
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| Love like a light gone out
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| Can cripple a siren’s cries
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| Hung in drapes of palest lace
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| From the stakes of brittle grace
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| It’s away, my love
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| This is the end you’re searching for
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| This is it, this is all
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| This is the dream where you hit the floor |