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[ti:The Wheel] |
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[ar:Laura Stevenson] |
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[al:Wheel] |
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Starts of dreams I'm able to breathe underwater, |
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Someone's daughter's sugar, |
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Southern-weather voice with Lucky Strikes |
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She tries to cover the smell, |
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Cover the noises of his mouth, |
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Cover the planes of his face, |
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Cover the noises he makes. |
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There's a man and I hate him plainly, |
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Nothing fancy in how glad |
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I watched them bury him. |
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But ever since then, |
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I can feel him all around me, |
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Clawing like a crowd, |
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Like the weather sucks me in |
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And spits me out. |
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Understand I am only as he made me, |
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A faithful servant to all of the noise, |
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All of the lights, |
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All the flashing in my head, |
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The sound of his mouth, |
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Loud as a crowd, |
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And you're lucky that you're dead |
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Because Clemency is tugging me |
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But I'm sorry that she's weak. |
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Because I won't be merciful, |
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Like what got you first in your throat, |
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I will be real, real slow, |
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Just like a wheel, turn over. |
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I'm like a wheel. |
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I'm like a wheel. |
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I'll be real, |
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I'll be real. |
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I'll turn over like a wheel. |
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