| Are your eyelids made of silver
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| Are your elbows made of gold
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| Is your heart all black and empty
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| Like a crater to behold
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| And your feet made of out nothing
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| As they dance across the plain
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| They’re swifter than an an orange
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| That unfurls inside a drain
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| Your front door and my old face
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| Watch them sinking without trace
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| Without trace
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| Come inside my little sparrow
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| Let me feed you to my soul
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| You are writhing in the furnace
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| Of the luxury you stole
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| Come you fair and tender creature
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| Oh whatever be your trade
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| Lie across the tattooed carpet
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| And prepare to lick the blade
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| Your old face and my front door
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| Watch them fade forevermore
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| Evermore
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| No I’ll never understand you
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| That’s just not what people do
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| They can fight and they can dribble
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| Till their memories are through
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| And I don’t know why I came here
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| But I’ll know it when I’m gone
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| 'Cause tonight you looks so useless
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| Go on baby call me wrong
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| You’re the one I left you for
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| Anymore |