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You come down with your thorns in your crown |
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Tearing the flesh from your skull |
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And the trick of the brain is the trickle in vein |
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As it drips from your ears and your nostril |
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But you could always make the lakes fill up |
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Take my hand leave my heart to the damned |
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As you build me a bed in the earth |
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Peel back my skin let the daffodils in |
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As you bury me back to my birth |
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But you could always make me hurt |
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Cause I will go to the ends of the Earth |
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Just to hear you sing |
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Make no mistake, but the heartache of my weight |
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Feels like the breath of the wind |
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Without the force to push me on |
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Plough through the soil, hear the crunch of the foil |
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As you unwrap the bread of my heart |
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Chew through the bones, close your ears to the moans |
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Of you I now am a part |
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But how long can you hold on to you hair? |
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Take my lungs, pour the songs that we've sung |
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Into a ready-made flask |
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Mouth open wide as you drink it inside |
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Drips through the hole in your mask |
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But you could always make me hurt |