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Long lean piece of ice |
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Thin and hard think what it will do |
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I will slice and I will pour it to you |
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Drip, drip, drip |
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Reflective properties, I see you |
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Then my mind stops and stutters, my mind stops |
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Please can I kiss your kneecaps? |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over) |
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The sun burns itself |
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I look around and notice the dogs |
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The dogs in line to howl so loud, so long |
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For just one night |
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What the hell was your name? |
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I'm numb, dumbed down |
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On a leash that chokes so hard |
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My life fades to blue |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over) |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over and) |
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(S.F. harp solo) |
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(solo) |
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And the hand that holds my leash |
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Is so strong that it's useless to struggle |
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Useless to catch the one breath that starts me down |
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To freedom |
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Unknown, to the bone |
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Without taste, past disgrace |
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White pasty face |
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Please don't notice me my goddess |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over) |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over and) |
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I'm a shadow crawling into the black |
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I'm a bug, sticky feet |
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I leave a trail |
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I am nothing, for no one, I'm useless |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over) |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over) |
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The sun burns itself out (over and over) |
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The sun burns itself |
