| Luster so sheen it pulls you in
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| Frets on the harpoons
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| It moves, it moves around you
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| Sickle the cells of our pains
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| Grow in deeper, deep the stains of
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| Our youth, our youth imbued
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| Grass comes in through the tongues
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| Of the sorry words we sprung
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| On you, on you it fuels
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| And it surrounds everything
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| And it surrounds all your dreams
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| And it will take you to fears
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| You never knew
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| Running sycophants all our limbs
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| Attaches us on as if we have no use
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| No use to let it refuse
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| Pick up the wires of our sins
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| Filter them into our benign truths
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| It fools, it fumbles in tune
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| And it surrounds everything
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| And it surrounds all your dreams
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| And it will take you to fears
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| You never knew
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| And it settles in, settles in
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| Till you forget everything
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| And it white wash
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| Into your skin
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| And you won’t remember none
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| No you won’t remember none
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| Who you are |