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Shapes in the drink like |
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ChristCracks in the pale blue wall |
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I'm walking slowly and quickly but always away |
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I'm twisting twisting to the floor |
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Flowers in your mouth and the same dry song |
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The routine from laughter land |
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Sixteen white legs and a row of teeth |
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I watch you in secrecy |
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You're dying for the hope is gone |
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From here we go nowhere again |
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Oh I'm trapped in my face and |
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I'm changing too much |
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I can't climb out the way |
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I fell in, oh |
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Jump with me for that old forgotten dance |
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The midnight sun will burn you up |
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And your life is cold, your life is hard |
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Your life is too much for words |
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These occasions are such a relief |
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Another point, another view to send |
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Hey hey hey, we start to talk and it's, and it's all so safe |
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Oh I feed you in my dreams |
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Footsteps on a wire, high above my head |
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The stain reveals my real intention |
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I'm the waiting beast, |
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I'm the twisted nerve |
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As I dance, dance back to the body in my bed |
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As I dance, dance back to the body in my bed, to the body in my bed |
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Look at the piggy, piggy in the mirror |
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At the piggy, piggy in the mirror |
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At the piggy, piggy in the mirror |
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At the piggy, piggy in the mirror |
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Look at the piggy in the, at the piggy, piggy in the mirror |
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Oh look at the piggy in the mirror |
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Oh look at the piggy in the mirror |
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Oh look at the piggy in the mirror, oh oh oh |