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Silver gnomes all in my dome and cameras can finally roam |
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By themselves, they've got hearts to moan |
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And friends of mine have got friends with coke |
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Oh, rabbit, rabbit, you've this habit of breaking legs and nouveau carat |
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And my heart has passed its final rite and it's breaking legs for dollars |
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These blue boards keep on creaking in my head |
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These blue boards, creaking on my ship |
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Though the light is an undescribed sanction |
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Who you questioning in the blue-black dirt? |
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Over that ridge a hunter lives, stake him out with broken gifts |
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By the light, by the merry man who gave his lives when he gave knives to children |
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Raise him up, stake him up, grab the sun and drink his blood in cups |
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Don't wait to be a monarch, man |
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Oh I'll bet you can, I know you can |
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These blue boards keep on creaking in my head |
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These blue boards, creaking on my ship |
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Though the light is taking its time |
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Who you questioned in the blue-black dirt? |
