| Down sped the long sleep;
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| Across from me lay the drag
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| The itch and the grace i had left the night before
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| If only the pillows could speak
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| Would they mention me in yellow
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| Piss-stained, bleeding gleam?
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| A hung sloth of paradise or pendulum
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| Once the day is over as I
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| The drag will be found in the lost night
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| (and insanity arrives, I can’t be called back)
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| Otherwise i am left in drifting sands
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| Without the air a whole man
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| Half-eaten heart
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| And as it goes
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| This weighted leaf the itch
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| Will be found in time sinking
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| Longing my kite eating tree
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| This beloved world i disown
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| 'impulse arrested spills over
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| And the floods are feeling
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| The floods are passion
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| The floods are even madness' fondling time
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| Seeing into the drop it sings to me
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| And slowly falls apart
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| I slide away into the open wind
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| I slide spilling fractions of family
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| Over the floor it sings call me
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| What you will your master, your whore
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| Call me brother
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| Color me red and the sun stone grey
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| When I’m standing by your side
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| Tell me your story friend impulse
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| Arrested spills over the floods are madness |