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there's a hunger in the air and lemons swollen in the trees |
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when shadows fall across the moon, i strain my ears towards the breeze |
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a wasted summer listening, secluded as a cemetery |
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withered limbs under the sand for an hourglass eternity |
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you hung an albatross around my neck |
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when you needed to knock me on the head and say |
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"no! no! no! no! no!" |
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jackal legs and kangal dogs are cloaked in darkest forestry |
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a woman dangles from a bridge on a thread of silver mercury |
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you hung an albatross around my neck |
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but you needed to knock me on the head and say |
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"no! no! no! no! no!" |
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i've seen the ghost of my anathema upon my bed |
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i need a body to knock me on the head and say |
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"no! no! no! no! no!" |
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i saw a feathered silhouette on the crest of unforgiving waves |
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it hovered over salty air and i couldn't tear my eyes away |
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and somewhere in between the lines i drifted into fantasy |
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but you're the only open book, a portal to a star-crossed sea |
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you hung an albatross around my neck |
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when you needed to knock me on the head and say |
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"no! no! no! no! no!" |
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i've seen the ghost of my anathema upon my bed |
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i need a body to knock me on the head and say... |
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"no! no! no! no! no!" |
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i've seen the ghost of my anathema upon my bed |
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i need a body to knock me on the head and say |
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"no! no! no! no! no!" |