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All I perceive is wasted and broken |
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Silvery streams, sacred when spoken |
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Slam into me and into the ditch of debris |
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And you smoke in the park, you sleep in the greenery |
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Everyone barks but all still believing |
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To tear out your heart would send |
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All your secrets to me |
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But I let you down |
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And swollen and small is where you'll find me now |
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With that silver stripping off |
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From my tongue you're tearing out |
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And you'll never hear me talk |
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Your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing |
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Tear into me and the scent of you sweating |
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Smells good to me, as long as we keep in our clothes |
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And out in the dark, the world is still rolling |
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Kids in their cars, cigarette smoking |
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And all that they are |
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Just reeks with the sweetest belief |
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But I let you down |
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And swollen and small is where you'll find me now |
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With that silver stripping off |
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From my tongue you're tearing out |
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And you'll never hear me talk |
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All I could want, is silver and spinning |
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Out from your arms and into the pretty pit of your heart |
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So simply and softly we'd flow |
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But I let you down |
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And swollen and small is where you'll find me now |
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With that silver stripping off |
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From my tongue you're tearing out |
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And you'll never hear me talk |
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Into you I will glow |
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Into you |