| cross the street from your storefront cemetary
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| hear me hailing from inside and realize
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| i am the conscience clear
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| in pain or ecstacy
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| and we were all weaned my dear
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| upon the same fatigue
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| staring at the sun
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| oh my own voice
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| cannot save me now
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| standing in the sea
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| it’s just
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| one more breath
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| and then
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| down i go your mouth is open wide
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| the lover is inside
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| and all the tumults done
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| collided with the sign
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| you’re staring at the sun
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| you’re standing in the sea
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| your body’s over me note the trees because
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| the dirt is temporary
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| more to mine than fact face
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| name and monetary
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| be what you will
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| and then thrown down your life
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| oh it’s a damned fine game
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| and we can play all night
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| beat the skins and let the
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| loose lips kiss you clean
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| quietly pour out like light
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| like light, like answering the sun
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| you’re staring at the sun
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| you’re standing in the sea
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| your mouth is open wide
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| you’re trying hard to breathe
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| the water’s at your neck
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| there’s lightning in your teeth
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| your body’s over me |