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I awoke in a sinking |
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Manhattan. |
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I played in drunken cathedrals. |
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There were businessmen in armchairs. |
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With namebrands and short hair. |
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Detonating with evil. |
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So I scratched out the eyes of all my past lives. |
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And gathered my crooked flowers. |
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The gardener grins as the toothache begins. |
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And the angels sing free from the towers. |
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Can't stop this sleepwalking. |
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Can't stop my mind. |
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Holy laughter in the river with |
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Ginsey. I saw |
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John in heaven dancing with |
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Buddha. Dropping pennies of |
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X on the gen |
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Xers heads. |
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Singing couldawouldashoulda. |
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In my dreams |
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I've seen things naked and puzzled. |
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My future fluorescent and dark. |
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And my spies realize that my hope's euthanized. |
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By the paranoid ape in my heart. |
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Can't stop this sleepwalking. |
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Can't stop my mind from talking. |
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The prisoner in my head. |
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Scares me to death. |
