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Candle constellations |
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Talking electricity |
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An avalanche of stars |
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Falls on me. |
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Our kiss goes supernova |
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A black holes embrace |
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A honey-ink-well- |
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drowning-pool |
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Split the atoms of our trace. |
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Oh yeah. This is no |
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sad song. |
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I swam a slow ocean |
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Rode a thick river |
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Kept company |
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That made my mother |
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shiver. |
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I drove a roller coaster |
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On a fall from grace |
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I walked a bad walk |
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On a bad stair case. |
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Oh yeah. This is no |
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sad song. |
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Here comes the rush of |
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sugar splinters |
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The hiss and spit of dying |
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cinders. |
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Here comes the crush of |
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sugar splinters |
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Bringing all the cold of |
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winter. |
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I stood in the sky. |
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With my sister Hurricane |
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100 tons of night |
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Ceased to exist when she |
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came. |
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Welcome the kiss of sugar |
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splinters |
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The sting of frozen candied |
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kisses |
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Here comes the crush of |
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sugar splinters |
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Formaldehyde's milky way |
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lingers |
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1,000,000 sugar coated |
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fingers |
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I know you. You killed |
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my sister. |
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AND A PAIN OF |
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PANORAMIC |
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PROPORTIONS CAME! |
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With my sister Hurricane. |
