| When I woke up this morning there was blood on my hands
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| There’s a look in your eye that could start Vietnam
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| Rain is falling but there isn’t a cloud in the sky
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| Watch the pink flamingos go in search of summertime
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| Only Ghosts can have mid air collisions
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| Christmas cracker jokes worn, cigarette paper thin
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| This is my ultimatum to Laura Palmer
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| UFOs can have outer body experiences
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| The river of life, I saw the river of life
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| Within those fuck-me eyes
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| Imagined orchestras dictate the music of our hearts
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| Trembling in unison, echo back from the stars
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| Smile if you love winter, making angels in the snow
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| Each unique flake a miracle, a fragment of our souls
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| Only Ghosts can have mid air collisions
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| Christmas cracker jokes worn, cigarette paper thin
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| This is my ultimatum to Laura Palmer
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| UFOs can have outer body experiences
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| The river of life, I saw the river of life
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| Within those fuck-me eyes
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| There’s a place for people like you
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| Called last in the human race
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| Seek and destroy all you hold close to your
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| Heart held together by sellotape
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| That’s my boy follow the trickle of blood
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| That’s my boy follow the river of pain
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| Only Ghosts can have mid air collisions
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| Christmas cracker jokes worn, cigarette paper thin
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| This is my ultimatum to Laura Palmer
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| UFOs can have outer body experiences
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| The river of life, I saw the river of life
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| Within those fuck-me eyes |