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I'm calling from underground |
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sit in a horsechair resteless chair |
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and put on my wost clothes |
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I roll myself up in the ash and the dirt |
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on my floor buried inside |
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the soft centre of my hearts desire |
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I'll finish my food and I'll be stray |
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the soft shots through me have passed away |
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I trust it up with one hand |
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yeah and I pulled it down |
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well I built it up I pulled it down |
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left hand, right hand |
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right man - wrong man |
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I held you crossly |
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put a finger in your blue eyes |
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my faraway beloved one |
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with her starry faith, she keeps me afloat |
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yean and she could sink with just one stroke |
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my love she's a prue heartred girl |
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I'm just a young boy in her mind |
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You're just a neck to ankle dress |
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and sexlessness |
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put a finger in your blue eyes |
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I built it up with one hand |
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yeah and I pulled it down |
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well I built it up I pulled it down |
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left hand, right hand |
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right man - wrong man |
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the girls under heel |
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and she plays her sad music |
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a lit match beneath my heel |
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says lay down the past |
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and shed taht skin |
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and we'll have no history |
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and you'll still hold your mystery |
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lay back now beloved one |
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you swing around in a wing |
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you open up and sing |
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your horsehour restless jacket |
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leaves you senseless |
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he sut his eyes |
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lets the silence do the rest |
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well I built it up with one hand |
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yeah and I pulled it down |
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I built it up I pulled it down |
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left hand, right hand |
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right man - wrong man |
