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Just let your eyes walk on his tongue |
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His wife is dead she doesn't see |
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Voices raise to emptiness |
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Arms reaching back to face the face |
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Children stand to the length of his waist |
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Dirt swept |
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We shiver with our mouths to the ground |
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To the flower |
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Dancers shout the dead language of thieves |
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Dreams are omission, they fall deliberately |
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They fall deliberately... |
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Let the sky scream suffocation |
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If you can't move, you can't breathe... |
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Voices raise to emptiness |
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Arms reaching back to face the face... the face.. |
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To face the face... |
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Not me, dead girl dressed in white |
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This is not healthy |
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Eyes, sanitation, sin, it could be you |
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It could be you... |
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Mouth to mouth, face to face.. |
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you can't get out |
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if you're already there |
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It's alway been you... been you... |
