| It is always night for you here
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| Your brother was the first boy inside of you
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| And as a locust would eat
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| Your father was the first man inside of you
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| Your body is all your own
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| Keep it away from mine
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| I love you, Bill
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| You forgive everything
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| To die and not breathe
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| To writhe desolated
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| To crawl towards colorlessness
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| The grass across the yard
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| My father was the second man inside of you
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| The sailor is dead, the social worker is dead
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| The software engineer is dead, the singer is dead
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| You’ve always lied to us
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| Richard Broddigan never stuffed his underwear in your mouth
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| I love you, Bill
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| I forgive everything
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| Let them sing for joy
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| But it was you to whom the raven called
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| There must be some things
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| (For which our God cannot be accused)
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| There must be some things
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| (For which our God cannot be accused)
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| Both feet jammed against your heart
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| Both feet jammed against your heart
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| Do you want me to write your name?
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| Do you want me to tear it up?
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| Do you want me to throw it in the garbage? |