| «Alice, where’s your tongue?»
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| She said, «look in the encyclopedia’s ceaseless chatter.»
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| «Alice, where’s your hair?»
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| She said, «look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife.»
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| «Alice, where’s your teeth?»
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| She said, «look at the piano. |
| they’re dangling from every single chord.»
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| «Alice, where’s your lips?»
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| «look in the empires roaring; |
| the tyrants getting so loud and boring.»
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| «Alice, where’s your man?»
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| «look in this black eye written like the o in the word goodbye.»
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| «Alice, where’s your house?»
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| «it's built on the hush of your favorite record’s screeching halt.»
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| «Alice, where’s your clothes?»
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| «they'll be sweet sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!.»
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| «Alice, where’s your swans?»
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| «flying in hotel rooms stealing stereos.»
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| Mister the sky’s a contortionist.
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| The streets are skipping records blaring hiss.
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| Camouflage, camouflage.
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| The city’s draped in camouflage.
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| The taxis are jaguars throwing fits.
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| Subways are subterranean bullets.
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| Camouflage, camouflage.
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| The city’s draped in camouflage.
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| Can’t you see the sidewalks are just snakes peeling off last year’s skin?
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| Can’t you find your own face shining in the sky’s false reflection?
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| Where’s your voice?
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| Where’s your dress?
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| Where’s your bones?
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| Draped in camouflage.
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| Where’s your beach?
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| Where’s your sky?
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| Where’s your clouds?
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| Draped in camouflage.
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| And she says give me one good reason not to empty the heart of all it’s zeros
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| and ones,
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| Not to smash that telecaster before it births a thousand useless slums.
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| Love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea.
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| All the girls in Montreal are smashing skateboards in the street.
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| It’s 4am and she’s at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown.
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| We slip through mansions with fences full-grown.
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| We slip through streetlights in crooked rows.
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| I saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one half cruel.
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| I felt my chest cave in under a pile of synthetic grins.
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| The fields are day-glo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts,
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| False applause and camouflage.
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| I couldn’t see the solar system,
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| It was camouflaged as a tape loop repeating.
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| I couldn’t see the glorious meadow,
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| It was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window.
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| I couldn’t see the love and affection,
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| It was camouflaged as a jungle of erections.
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| I couldn’t see the skeletal lightning,
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| It was camouflaged as a young machete. |