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Your eyes are just like black spiders |
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Your hair and dress in ribbons, baby cakes |
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In despair or incoherent, nothing in between |
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China white, my bride tonight, smiling on the tiles |
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Bring that minute back |
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We never get so close as when |
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The sun ward flight begins |
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I share it all with you, powder blue |
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Stumble through the crowds together |
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They're trying to ignore us, that's okay |
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I'm proud to be the one you hold when the shakes begin |
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Sallow skinned, starry eyed, blessed in our sin |
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Bring that minute back |
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We never get so close to death |
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Makes you so alive |
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I share it all with you, powder blue |
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Bring that minute back |
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We never get so close as when |
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The sun ward flight begins |
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I share it all with you, powder blue |
