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She was part of an inner circle-- |
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Daughters of the |
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Motherland. |
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Like a ship lit up at sea, with scars where its talons used to be. [Repeat line twice] |
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I was a slow learner, |
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I moved in flourishes. |
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I was a late-bloomer, |
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I moved in flourishes. |
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Last man on the scene-- |
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Fresh face on a dying scene, |
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One-hundredth of a wet, black bough. [Repeat line twice] |
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I was Clytemnestra on a good day, |
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Dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated. |
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The initiates brought out in tumbrils, |
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Shed out by the dawn. [Repeat line twice] |
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Like a woman, |
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I was kept as the wealthy |
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American underground wept at the sight of |
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Rhodes Island sinking into the sea. |
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And the sky still reigned supreme over the land as the music lovers sat cross-legged in the sand, and in time, and in |
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Space, And, in other words, in a band who, much like churchgoers, **** themselves... up. [Repeat verse once] [Minor mumbling.] |
