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Sucking on a tap that never dries |
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Could you take it right between your eyes? |
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Bending blood, bending blood |
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The father stood, the father's hood |
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Black shadow on an acid bird that etched her way across a field |
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So long ago |
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Walking through the fields in summer heat |
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Look at all the creatures 'round your feet |
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Pumping blood, pumping blood |
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The mother gave, the mother gave |
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White ointment of an acid kiss that burned upon the lips she gave you |
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So long ago |
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So long ago |
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Fun in the sun, luck in the bloodstream |
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Shallow bodies writhing on the grass |
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Fun in the sun, hair in the slipstream |
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Tadpoles shooting through a hollowed glass |
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Cutting out a silhouette of dreams |
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Everything is older than it seems |
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Son of blood, son of blood |
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The baby shakes the baby snakes |
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That crawl across the acid rings that flicker from your corpuscles |
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One sunny day |
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One sunny day |
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Fun in the sun, everyone knows it |
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They could be as mellow as the hay |
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Fun in the sun, everyone blows it |
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They grow up and instantly turn grey |
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Black shadow of an acid bird that etched its way across a field |
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So long ago |
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So long ago |
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Ah |
