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There is lambs wool |
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Under my naked feet |
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The wool is soft and warm |
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Gives off some kind of heat |
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A salamander scurries |
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Into flame to be destroyed |
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Imaginary creatures |
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Are trapped in birth on celluloid |
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The fleas cling to the golden fleece |
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Hoping they'll find peace |
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Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid |
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There's no hiding in my memory, there's no room to avoid |
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The crawlers cover the floor |
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In the red ochre corridor |
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For my second sight of people |
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They've more lifeblood than before |
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They're moving in time |
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To a heavy wooden door |
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Where the needle's eye is winking |
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Closing on the poor |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out" |
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There's only one direction |
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In the faces that |
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I seeIt's upward to the ceiling |
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Where the chamber's said to be |
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Like a forest fight for sunlight |
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That takes root in every tree |
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They are pulled up by the magnet |
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Believing they are free |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out" |
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Mild mannered supermen |
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Are held in kryptonite |
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And the wise and foolish virgins giggle |
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With their bodies glowing bright |
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Through the door a harvest feast |
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Is lit by candlelight |
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It's the bottom of a staircase |
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That spirals out of sight |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out" |
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out" |
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To get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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We've got to get in to get out |
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Got to get in to get out |
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Got to get in to get out |
