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Down among the dead the wide-eyed |
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And the legless only half ahead |
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Half a mouth to laugh in the porthole |
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With the mold and faded epitaphs |
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Will you evermore tie up my hair with velvet bows |
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Will you evermore pull out the splinters from my toes |
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I don't think so |
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Out in the hornet rain the swarming stingers |
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Pumping poison through my veins |
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Lying on the star-cross lovers map |
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Take the beating, lash, lash for lash |
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Will we evermore kiss on the boardwalk's fading rail |
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In the light of the waves and the comet's waning tail |
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I don't think so |
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No more looking back, looking back |
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Looking back, faded epitaphs |
