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And when the body finally starts to let go |
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Let it all go at once |
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Not peice by peice, |
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But like a whole bucket of stars |
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Dumped into the universe |
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Whoooh! watcb it go! |
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Good-bye small hands, good-bye small heart |
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Good-bye small head |
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My soul is climbing tree trunks |
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And swinging from every branch |
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They're calling on me, |
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They're calling on me... |
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Do you think i'm an animal? |
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Am i not? |
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Do you like fur |
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Do you wanna come over |
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Are we captive only for a short time |
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Is there splendor, i'm not ashamed |
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Desire shoots through me |
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Like birds singing |
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(the way you move no ocean's waves were ever as fluid) |
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They're calling on me, |
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They're calling on me... |
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I hit the mark! |
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I target moon, i target sky, i target sun. |
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Fall down on the world before it falls on you. |
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Like beggars, like stars, |
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Like whores, us all |
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Like beggars, like dogs |
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Like stars, us all |
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Shoot straight for my heart |
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(and when you were near no sky was ever quite so clear) |
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Like stars, so small |
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Like us, when we fall |
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Like beggars, like whores |
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Like lovers, get up! |
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Get up...too far. |
