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In this movie dream, the lights flickering |
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Shadows dancing on the screen. |
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Ghost voices in the church are deflowering |
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Floating up and over |
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Poison excrete |
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Out into the street |
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Where we will meet. |
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I'm making my new home in this abandoned lot. |
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Children will be lead like pack rats into my toilet paper church. |
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Siren's(?) chorus choir sings out a tune in a garden. |
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And I'm drowning in the lights that swim behind my closed eyes. |
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It's a funeral for every song that we've ever know |
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That we've ever known. |
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I got my reasons for this silent sermon |
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I just can't explain. |
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I know I've sown my own mouth shut. |
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It's just best I keep quiet. |
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'Cus when I speak |
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The words don't do a thing to explain what I mean. |
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The author of all things whispered in your ear while you were asleep. |
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You're not alone with crooked arrows like you used to think. |
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Daddy's a bastard child born of your ignorance and your arrogance. |
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And I'm drowning in the lights that swim behind my closed eyes. |
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It's a funeral for every song that we've ever known. |
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That we've ever known. |
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That we've ever known. |
