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Windows rattle with contempt |
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Peeling back a ring of dead roses |
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Soon it will rain blue landscapes |
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Leading us to suffocation |
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The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick |
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And legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles |
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What about her? The wages of sin |
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What about him? Well, he's getting closer |
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And what about the bells? |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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And what about the bells? |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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The clouds |
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Everyone is standing in boxes |
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Pulsating with the silver needles |
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I've got no name or box to stand in |
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Leading me to suffocation |
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Give of fire from her throne |
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Belching cloak/Electra |
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Electra |
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What about her? The wages of sin |
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What about him? Well, he's getting closer |
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And what about the bells? |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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And what about the bells? |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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The clouds |
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We were made to fill our shoes with clay |
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To sleep on river beds |
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I awoke/Electra descending |
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Mounts the bridal gown of Jocasta |
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Jocasta |
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Windows rattle with contempt |
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Peeling back a ring of dead roses |
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What about her? The wages of sin |
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What about him? Well, he's getting closer |
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And what about the bells? |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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And what about the bells? |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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Nipples licking the clouds |
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The clouds |
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The clouds |
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The clouds |
