| Picture sordid
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| It’s all like pure pleasure, light and laughter
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| Hear the constant sneering
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| We will stay clean no matter how much we wade in
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| our filth
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| Peacocks used to walk this lawn
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| 'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash
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| With the fortunes granted us
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| We entered the house with the dishonest entrance
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| Busily betraying
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| It spat us in our eyes; |
| it cleansed us with its nest of
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| tongues
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| Peacocks used to walk this lawn
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| 'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash
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| Our eyes are behind us
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| And the sky licks itself away
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| Our eyes are behind us
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| And the sky licks itself away
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| See our scoundrel flowers
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| The disgrace as we present them gleaming in the
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| mirrors
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| A swarm of birds has slipped off
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| Dressed purely in the comfort of our skin
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| Peacoks used to walk this lawn
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| 'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash
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| My eyes have fallen behind
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| As I lick the empty skies
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| My eyes have fallen behind
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| As I lick the empty skies |