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I want to always be on film, |
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To be caught in the cut coffee sober |
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bolder unscratched lenses |
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of a brand new prescription, |
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drawing days from a stacked deck of cards |
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and doing doing doing. |
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I should cut down my caloric intake. |
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I should go to sleep hungry and wake |
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up with my guts knotted up |
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and ears open like a burnt down hut. |
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I want my mouth to always taste a blade |
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But I want to kiss like taffy, |
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hump gentle on a bed of nails and |
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feel salt to widen eyes |
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like a cut up clam's tongue does. |
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I want to dump early on and be empty the rest. |
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I want a patch of blue sky to follow me. |
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Unfold an origami death mask |
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and cut my DNA with rubber traits. |
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Pull apart the double helix like wishbone. |
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Always be working on a suicide note. |
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I don't want to (ooh-we-ooh) |
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When I feel like I could've gone long |
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I don't want to (ooh-we-ooh) |
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When I feel like I could've gone longer |
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Productive, |
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fully charged cocked and pointed. |
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Keep a tape recorder on my bedside table |
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Sweats, only the pants that fit the best, |
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no belts, no cuffs. |
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Walk toned yet loose. |
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Keep peeled eyes glued |
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to a ten. |
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Watch a fly hit a pane of glass |
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till he gets real bony |
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his stomach swells up |
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and he dies. |
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I don't want to (ooh-we-ooh) |
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when I feel like I could have gone. |