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When Sanskrit brought my mother tongue |
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Scarabs filled the pillow |
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Comic strips to pay for them |
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Fools from which to teach |
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And in that pulse the future said |
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Story had been spun |
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Wet your bed so sleep in it |
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Cards can make a house |
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Up that hill go the last of my crumbs |
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We'll be lucky if we eat tonight |
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Up that hill go the last of my crumbs |
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That's why |
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I'll magnify a hole |
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When light years came and light years passed |
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Tugging on the brink |
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Smoldering bullet missing |
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Put down in its sleep |
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Strangled in the background |
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Fitted for a mask |
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Future won't believe you |
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Here's the revered past |
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Up that hill go the last of my crumbs |
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We'll be lucky if we eat tonight |
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Up that hill go the last of my crumbs |
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That's why |
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I'll magnify a hole |
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Don't beat around the pulpit there is no lost and found |
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Where is the devil waiting trying to disguise? |
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I've seen what you used to look like |
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Down here you won't survive |
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I've got the weight of half of the world |
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Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake |
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I won't come home if you can't come home |
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Even if you make a grave with my name |
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I've got the weight of half of the world |
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You'd better keep on looking for me |
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I won't come home if you can't come home |
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Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake |
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Up that hill go the last of my crumbs |
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We'll be lucky if we eat tonight |
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Up that hill go the last of my crumbs |
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That's when |
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I'll magnify a hole in your abdomen |
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Find me the head |
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And I'll show you the body |
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Lay it to rest |
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Don't say you're sorry |
