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Since I stood you on your head and told you you don't know the way I feel and you don't see the things I see. Well, you've been walking home alone and shaking weightless like a sparrow bone. You know my mind is like water and I'm silver like eels and I am better left all alone. But waters a lie and I am a liar can you see this yet? I was born and bred hard as stone smooth like kerosene aching and soaking wet. Gasoline night time, silver eyes promise you thousands of sour lies, grey like eels. Since I stood you on your head and told you, you don't know the way I feel and you don't see the things I see. Well I've been watching your eyes for some sign of betrayal, a certain courage I thought you might find, a little curl of your lips, a little shudder of a wing a little screaming to keep me in line. |