| From Napiers bones
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| To my hair brushed back, I have it all figured out
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| These are incestuous fingers
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| I’m fond of this one, let me pull it back for you
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| Convention is fine when it needed room
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| I’ll never hold it close because it always lays me
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| I saw a galaxy driving away
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| I wonder if it could have been our Sam
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| Darken the cram with hard dated words
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| I have to endure that this is it, this is it my only time
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| Convention is fine when it needed some room
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| I’ll never hold it close because it always lays me
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| And shining through some years late
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| I’ll have to hold it in; |
| I’ll have to wear it thin
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| Convention is fine when it needed some room
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| I’ll never hold it close because it always lays me
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| And shining through some years late
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| I’ll have to hold it in; |
| I’ll have to wear it thin |