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There is lamb's wool under my naked feet |
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The wool is soft and warm |
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Gives off some kind of heat |
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A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed |
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Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid |
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The fleas cling to the golden fleece |
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Hoping they'll find peace |
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Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid |
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There's no hiding in memory |
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There's no room to avoid |
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The crawlers cover the floor |
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In the red ocher corridor |
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For my second sight of people |
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They've more life blood than before |
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They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door |
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Where the needle's eye is winking |
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Closing on the poor |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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There's only one direction |
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In the faces that I see |
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It's upward to the ceiling |
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Where the chamber's said to be |
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Like the forest fight for sunlight |
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That takes root in every tree |
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They are pulled up by the magnet |
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Believing they're free |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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Mild-mannered supermen |
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Are held in kryptonite, |
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And the wise and foolish virgins |
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Giggle with their bodies glowing bright |
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Through the door a harvest feast |
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Is lit by candlelight |
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It's the bottom of a staircase |
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That spirals out of sight |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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The porcelain mannequin |
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With shattered skin fears attack |
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And the eager pack lift up their pitchers |
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They carry all they lack |
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The liquid has congealed |
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Which has seeped out through the crack |
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And the tickler takes his stickleback |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've gotta get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers |
