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There is lamb's wool under my naked feet |
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The wool is soft and warm gives off some kind of heat |
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A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed |
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Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid |
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The fleas cling to the goldon fleece |
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Hoping they'll find peace |
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Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid |
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There's no hiding in memory |
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There's no room to avoid |
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The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridore |
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For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before |
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They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door |
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Wehre the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor |
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the carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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"We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out" |
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There's only one direction in the faces that I see |
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It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be |
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Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree |
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They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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"We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out." |
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Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite |
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And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright |
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Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candle light |
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It's the bottom of the staircase that spirals out of sight |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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"We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out." |
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The porcelain mannikin with shatterd skin fears attack |
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And the eager pack lift up their pitchers-they carry all they lack |
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The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack |
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And the tickler takes his stickleback |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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"We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out ..." |
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[repeat and fade] |
