| From your chair, my narrative tonight
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| Is your dickless cousin, brother, father, pet, friend, husband or wife
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| A lavender scent, a bone orchard of hearts seems to surround you
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| As you stare each gift horse straight in the mouth
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| Stare my arrow down
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| I was invited, I was called out to watch you frolic and dance
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| Oh, I buried my head in my hands
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| I buried my heart there in the sand
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| I was cocked, blocked, cured and charmed
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| I was ferociously put upon until it was clear
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| I should not keep on, I’ll just creep on creepin' on
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| Yes I will, I’ll not keep on, I’ll just creep on creepin' on
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| Failed manifestation to levitate your bed
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| And move her hair on to my chest, exposing her neck
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| And I tear her through a twin into my arms
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| And my stomach dropped as you shifted me off to stop
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| The ectoplasm coiled like a hovering halo of smoke
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| And our beloved invention is conjured each night in your throat
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| Do I try one more time?
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| No, I’ll not keep on, I’ll just creep on creepin' on |