| When sanskrit was my mother tongue
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| Scarabs filled my pillow
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| Tarmac strips to pave for them
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| And thrones from which to teach
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| And in that pulse the future said
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| The story had been spun
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| You wet your bed so sleep in it Cards can’t make a house
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| And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
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| We’ll be lucky if we eat tonight
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| And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
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| That’s why I’ll magnify a hole…
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| When light years came
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| And light years passed
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| Tugging on the brink
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| Spoils reported missing
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| Put down in its sleep
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| Strangled in the background
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| Fitted for a mask
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| The future won’t believe you
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| Past the ransom fast
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| And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
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| We’ll be lucky if we eat tonight
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| And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
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| That’s why I’ll magnify a hole…
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| Don’t beat around the pulpit
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| There is no lost and found
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| Where is the devil waiting
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| Trying to disguise…
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| I’ve seen what you used to look like
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| But down here you won’t survive
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| I’ve got the weight of half of the world
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| Don’t stop dragging the lake
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| I won’t come home
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| If you can’t come home
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| Even if you make a grave with my name
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| You better keep on looking for me |