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This is the sound of poisons |
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The sickness no one knows |
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No one is crying for us this time |
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Our shapes are blurring under miracles of snow |
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Weave a circle round him three times |
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You have to plan your moves at these times |
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Our hearts are breaking |
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One more song to go |
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These eyes are blind |
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This is a pure thing |
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These hands I kiss |
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Tragic as anything |
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These eyes are blind |
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This is a pure thing |
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All splash and hiss |
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Beyond my measuring |
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Only the anacrucis |
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The main event remains |
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Shameful and naked, out there in the |
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Great cold outdoors |
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We have to do these things again |
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Bathe in this incandescent glow |
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The leap to something I don't know |
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There is no doubt upon us when |
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The greasy men come back again |
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These eyes are blind |
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This is a pure thing |
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These hands I kiss |
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Tragic as anything |
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These eyes are blind |
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This is a pure thing |
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All splash and hiss |
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Beyond my measuring |
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These faded flowers |
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Precious as memory |
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A veil of cloud |
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Correct as energy |
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We had some good machines |
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But they don't work no more |
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I loved you once |
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Don't love you anymore |
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These eyes are blind |
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This is a pure thing |
|
These hands I kiss |
|
Tragic as anything |
|
These eyes are blind |
|
This is a pure thing |
|
All splash and hiss |
|
Beyond my measuring |
|
These faded flowers |
|
Precious as memory |
|
A veil of cloud |
|
Correct as energy |
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We had some good machines |
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But they don't work no more |
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I loved you once |
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Don't love you anymore |
