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Careening, crazy and awake |
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The night spark make her escape |
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Spinning sick on the whack of a wheel |
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Headlamp flashing close by |
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Banging eyes, fireflies |
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Drip in burst |
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'Gainst the keening lean |
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Of my night curse |
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Have I drunk my brain away? |
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Has he shouted my thinking out? |
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Well, here I am still thinking |
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Just entirely devoid of anything? |
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That I would consider our worth |
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Just a ghost on this earth |
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'Gainst the keening lean |
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Of my night curse |
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No, I don't know what to do |
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Do you know what to do? |
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I don't know what to do |
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You do, do you? |
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No, I don't know what to do |
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Do you know what to do? |
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I don't know what to do |
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You don't, do you? |
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There is a fist around a brittle stem |
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Shake a fine dust off my tongue |
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I hear the shriek of a molecule |
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As she get sucked and lacerated through a filter of you |
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Headlamp flashing close by |
|
Banging eyes, fireflies |
|
Drip in burst |
|
'Gainst the keening lean |
|
Of my night curse |
|
No, I don't know what to do |
|
Do you know what to do? |
|
I don't know what to do |
|
You do, do you? |
|
No, I don't know what to do |
|
Do you know what to do? |
|
I don't know what to do |
|
You don't, do you? |
|
You don't, do you? |
|
Careening, crazy and awake |
|
The night spark make her escape |
|
Spinning sick on the whack of a wheel |
|
Headlamp flashing close by |
|
Banging eyes, fireflies |
|
Drip in burst |
|
'Gainst the keening lean |
|
Of my night curse |
|
No, I don't know what to do |
|
Do you know what to do? |
|
I don't know what to do |
|
You do, do you? |
|
No, I don't know what to do |
|
Do you know what to do? |
|
I don't know what to do |
|
You don't, do you? |
|
You don't, do you? |
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You don't, do you? |
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You don't, do you? |
