Hykilpikonna
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448 lines
14 KiB
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My lover's got humour
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She's the giggle at a funeral
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Knows everybody's disapproval
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I should've worshipped her sooner
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If the heavens ever did speak
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She's the last true mouthpiece
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Every Sunday's getting more bleak
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A fresh poison each week"We were born sick"
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You heard them say it
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My church offers no absolutes
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She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
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The only heaven I'll be sent to
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Is when I'm alone with you
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I was born sick, but I love it
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Command me to be well
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A-amen, amen, amen
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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If I'm a pagan of the good times
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My lover's the sunlight
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To keep the Goddess on my side
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She demands a sacrifice
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Drain the whole sea
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Get something shiny
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Something meaty for the main course
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That's a fine-looking high horse
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What you got in the stable?
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We've a lot of starving faithful
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That looks tasty
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That looks plenty
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This is hungry work
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me my deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me my deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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No masters or kings when the ritual begins
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There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
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In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
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Only then I am human
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Only then I am clean
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Oh, oh, amen, amen, amen
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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Babe
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There's something tragic about you
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Something so magic about you
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Don't you agreeBabe
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There's something lonesome about you
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Something so wholesome about you
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Get closer to me..
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No tired sigh, no rolling eyes
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No irony
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No 'who cares', no vacant stare
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No time for me
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Honey you're familiar
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Like my mirror years ago
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Idealism sits in prison
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Chivalry fell on his sword
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Innocence died screaming
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Honey, ask me, I should know
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I slithered here from Eden
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Just to sit outside your doorBabe
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There's something wretched about this
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Something so precious about this
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Where to beginBabe
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there's something broken about this
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But I might be hoping about this
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Oh what a sin
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To the strand, a picnic planned for you and me
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A rope in hand, for your other man
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To hang from a treeHoney you're familiar
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Like my mirror years ago
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Idealism sits in prison
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Chivalry fell on his sword
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Innocence died screaming
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Honey, ask me, I should know
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I slithered here from Eden
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Just to sit outside your door
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Honey, you're familiar
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Like my mirror years ago
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Idealism sits in prison
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Chilvary fell on his sword
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Innocence died screaming
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Honey, ask me, I should know
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I slithered here from Eden
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Just to hide outside your door
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Boys workin on empty
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Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
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I just think about my baby
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I'm so full of love I could barely eat
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There's nothing sweeter than my baby
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I never want once from the cherry tree
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Cause my baby's sweet as can be
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She give me toothaches just from kissin me
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When, my, time comes around
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Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
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No grave can hold my body down
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I'll crawl home to her
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That's when my baby found me
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I was three days on a drunken sin
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I woke with her walls around me
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Nothin in her room but an empty crib
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And I was burnin up a fever
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I didn't care much how long I lived
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But I swear I thought I dreamed her
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She never asked me once about the wrong I did
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When, my, time comes around
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Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
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No grave can hold my body down
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I'll crawl home to her
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When, my, time comes around
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Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
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No grave can hold my body down
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I'll crawl home to her
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My baby never fret none
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About what my hands and my body done
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If the Lord don't forgive me
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I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
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When I was kissing on my baby
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And she put her love down soft and sweet
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In the low lamp light I was free
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Heaven and hell were words to me
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When, my, time comes around
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Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
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No grave can hold my body down
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I'll crawl home to her
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When, my, time comes around
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Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
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No grave can hold my body down
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I'll crawl home to her
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When I was a child, I heard voices...
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Some would sing and some would scream
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You soon find you have few choices...
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I learned the voices died with me
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When I was a child I'd sit for hours
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Staring into open flame
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Something in it had a power
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Could barely tear my eyes away
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All you have is your fire...
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And the place you need to reach
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Don't you ever, tame your demon
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But always keep 'em on a leash
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When I was 16 my senses fooled me
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Thought gasoline was on my clothes
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I knew that something would always rule me...
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I knew the scent was mine alone
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All you have is your fire
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And the place you need to reach
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Don't you ever, tame your demon -
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But always keep 'em on a leash
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When I was a man I thought it ended
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When I knew loves perfect ache
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But my peace has always depended
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On all the ashes in my way
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All you have is your fire
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And the place you need to reach
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Don't you ever, tame your demons
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But always keep 'em on a leash...
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Her eyes and words are so icy
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Oh but she burns like rum on the fire
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Hot and fast and angry as she can be
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I walk my days on a wireit looks ugly, but it's clean
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Oh momma, don't fuss over me
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The way she tells me l'm hers and she is mine
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Open hand or close fist would be fine
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The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
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Calls of guilty thrown at me
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All while she stains
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The sheets of some other
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Thrown at me so powerfully
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Just like she throws with the arm of her brother
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But I want it, it's a crime
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That she's not around most of the time
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The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
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Her fight and fury is fiery
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Oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing
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Sweet and right and merciful
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I'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing
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And it's worth it, it's divine
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And I have this some of the time
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The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
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Open hand or closed fist would be fine
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The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine
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So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
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No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
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So deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine
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For reasons wretched and divine
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She blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild
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Laughing away through my feeble disguise
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No other version of me I would rather be tonight.
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And, Lord, she found me just in time
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'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
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I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young
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She's gonna save me,
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Call me "baby"
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Run her hands through my hair
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She'll know me crazy
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Soothe me daily
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Better yet she wouldn't care
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We'll steal her Lexus,
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Be detectives,
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Ride 'round picking up clues
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We'll name our children
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Jackie and Wilson
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Raise 'em on rhythm and blues
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Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime
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Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine
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Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
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Sit back and watch the world go by.
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Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust
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We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us.
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She's gonna save me,
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Call me "baby"
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Run her hands through my hair
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She'll know me crazy,
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Soothe me daily
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Better yet she wouldn't care
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We'll steal her Lexus,
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Be detectives,
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Ride 'round picking up clues
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We'll name our children
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Jackie and Wilson,
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Raise 'em on rhythm and blues
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Cut clean from the dream at night let my mind reset
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Looking up from a cigarette, and she's already left
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I start digging up the yard for what's left of me and our little vignette
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For whatever poor soul is coming next
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She's gonna save me,
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Call me "baby"
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Run her hands through my hair
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She'll know me crazy,
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Soothe me daily
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Better yet she wouldn't care
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We'll steal her Lexus,
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Be detectives,
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Ride 'round picking up clues
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We'll name our children
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Jackie and Wilson
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Raise 'em on rhythm and blues
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I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me
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I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me
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A thousand teeth and yours among them, I know
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Our hungers appeased, our heart beats becoming slow
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We'll lay here for years or for hours
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Thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw
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So long, we'd become the flowers
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Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw
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And they'd find us in a week
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When the weather gets hot
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After the insects have made their claim
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I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
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I have never known sleep like this slumber that creeps to me
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I have never known colors like this morning reveals to me
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And you haven't moved an inch such that I would not know
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If you sleep always like this, flesh calmly going cold
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We'll lay here for years or for hours
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Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet
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So long, we'd become the flowers
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We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep
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And they'd find us in a week
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When the cattle'd show fear
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After the insects have made their claim
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After the foxes have known our taste
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I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
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And they'd find us in a week
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When the weather gets hot
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And they'd find us in a week
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When the cattle'd show fear
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And they'd find us in a week
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When the buzzards get loud
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After the insects have made their claim
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After the foxes have known our taste
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After the raven has had his say
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I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
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I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
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I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
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Don't take this the wrong way
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You knew who I was every step that I ran to you
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Only blue or black days
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Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose.
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Would things be easier if there was a right way
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Honey there is no right way.
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And so I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
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Every day with someone new
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I fall in love just a little ol' little bit every day with someone new
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There's an art to life's distractions
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Somehow escapes the burning weight the art of scraping through
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Some like to imagine
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The dark thrills of someone else I guess any thrill will do.
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Would things be easier if there was a right way
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Honey there is no right way.
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And so I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
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Every day with someone new
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I fall in love just a little ol' little bit every day with someone new
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I wake at the first crink of morning
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And my heart's already sinned.
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How pure, how sweet a love, Aretha, that you would pray for him?
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'Cause God knows I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
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Every day with someone new
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I fall in love just a little ol' little bit every day with someone new
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I fall in love just a little ol' little bit every day.
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Love with every stranger the stranger the better
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I fall in love just a little ol' little bit every day with someone new
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I had a thought, dear
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However scary
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About that night
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The bugs and the dirt
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Why were you digging?
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What did you bury
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Before those hands pulled me
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From the earth?
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I will not ask you where you came from
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I will not ask and neither should you
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Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
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We should just kiss like real people do
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I knew that look dear
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Eyes always seeking
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Was there in someone
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That dug long ago
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So I will not ask you
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Why you were creeping
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In some sad way I already know
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So I will not ask you where you came from
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I would not ask and neither would you
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Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
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We should just kiss like real people do
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Never feel too good in crowds
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With folks around when they're playing
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The anthems of rape, culture loud
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Crude and proud creatures baying
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All I've ever done is hide
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From our times when you're near me
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Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
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I feel like a person for a moment of my life
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But you don't know what hell you put me through
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To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
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To feel your weight in arms I'd never use
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It's the god that heroin prays to
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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To be alone with you
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There are questions I can't ask
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Now at last the worst is over
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See the way you hold yourself
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Reel against your body's borders
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And I know that you hate this place
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Not a trace of me would argue
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Honey, we should run away, oh, someday
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Our baby and her momma
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And the damaged love she makes
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But I don't know what else that I would do
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Than try to kiss the skin that crawls from you
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Than feel your weight in arms I'd never use
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It's the god that heroin prays to
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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To be alone with you
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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It feels good, girl, it feels good
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To be alone with you
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Just a little rush, babe
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To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me
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Just a little hush, babe
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Our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy
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Any way to distract and sedate
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Adding shadows to the walls of the cave
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You and I nursing on a poison that never stung
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Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
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Some whiff of this, death and guts
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We are deaf, we are numb
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Free and young and we can feel none of it
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Something isn't right, babe
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I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin
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I'm somewhere outside my life, babe
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I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in
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So we're slaves to any semblance of touch
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Lord we should quit but we love it too much
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Sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung
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Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
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Some whiff of this, death and guts
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We are deaf, we are numb
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Free and young and we can feel none of it
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Darlin', don't you, stand there watching, won't you
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Come and save me from it
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Darlin', don't you, join in, you're supposed to
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Drag me away from it
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Any way to distract and sedate
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Adding shadows to the walls of the cave
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You and I nursing on a poison that never stung
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Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
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Some whiff of this, death and guts
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We are deaf, we are numb
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Free and young and we can feel none of it
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Sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung
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Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
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Some whiff of this, death and guts
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We are deaf, we are numb
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Free and young and we can feel none of it
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