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I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming |
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Huge stalactites, mouth over mine |
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Am I turned on by rapeseed oil? |
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Make me digest better they said |
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A newborn fist for a heart |
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And fishes start from my eyes |
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I am tilled, I am sewn |
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My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds |
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Knitting needle in the hole welding the arm |
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Am I playing along? Dressed as a red indian |
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But I had wanted to be a nurse |
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Hadn't I? Stretching taut over the drum |
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Here I am playing along |
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A newborn fist for a heart |
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And fishes start from my eyes |
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I am tilled, I am sewn |
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My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds |
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My stone dress swims with birds |
