| You can’t heal your father with a kiss
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| He was a blind boy in corduroy
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| Your porcelain sister, she’s really a steel woman
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| And I’m not sure if she’s an angel or a changeling
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| The prisoner laughed
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| At the marble and must
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| Don’t lie to a flower
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| Feline girl
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| Perhaps she’s not an angel after all
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| Don’t lie to a flower
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| (A child knows these things…)
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| He couldn’t fly too soon…
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| And you’re deep in the center of a circle
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| The prisoner questioned his blindness
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| And you couldn’t fly too soon, could you?
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| Soon you’ll be free of your velvet logic
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| Oh, you always surround me Oh, you’re always above me
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| (streamlined and steely
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| Perfumed and porcelain.)
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| Oh you always surround me Oh you’re always above me Don’t lie to a flower
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| (A child knows these things…)
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| He couldn’t fly too soon…
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| (through a cup of desire…)
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| He couldn’t fly too soon
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| (the color of sky…)
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| He couldn’t fly too soon
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| (the spoke of time and salt and desire…)
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| He couldn’t fly too soon
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| Listen fool, there’s a hole in your head
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| Your worlds are locked up in tiny boxes
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| Perhaps she’s not an angel after all
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| He spoke of time, of salt and desire
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| (A child knows these things…) |