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I want to watch the sun |
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Burn the backs of my eyes out |
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While my heart plays a tune |
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I want to roll on the ground |
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Eat shit off the ground like a pig |
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If I could be oriented |
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I would be happy |
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This is not all |
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There is much more on the floor |
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Than there is on the table |
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Like pins and half-tendons |
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Leaked like glue from a tube |
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A random search reveals |
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Worms at the base of my spine |
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But my eyes have yet to decay |
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I've been left here |
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With my torso and my eyes |
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To keep a watch on the place |
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Where glass birds keep a watch |
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On the big yellow ovaries |
