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there's no light in the window, holes in the plot |
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soaked in the sound, waiting to be found |
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with your heart attack shoulders, the parking lot shakes |
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you come like a natural disaster |
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the fisherman's wife sends you out to sea with more requests |
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you bite like a hammer but you don't mean a thing |
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the cardinal staggers, vinegar skies |
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burned up carpet, lazy to change |
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the cashier grins an electrical storm |
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dizzy and shortchanged charms you blind |
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when you fall, you fall like fists of snow soaked in turpentine |
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paul and silas soaked in the sound |
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you're a razor in the silk aching to be found |
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no light (4x) |
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the fisherman's wife sends you out to sea with more requests |
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what else is there left to do, but love |