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everyone has the music they love |
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like a showgirl in a fugue of childbirth |
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the matron's orders to the back of the room |
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i've seen him all sewn to the floor |
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a christian demon and family boy |
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brought up by the school bus route |
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samantha starves the beat |
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she starves |
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and drives a man insane |
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i went on into this little girl's room |
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all those monsters and their x-ray cartoons |
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project lines to the back of your mind |
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pulling you out of the second floor door |
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out of sorts into a collapsing hall |
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and into the white light |
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when you wake up you'll be awake forever |
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parents coming through the windows tell her |
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this might force them to remember |
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everyone has the music they love |
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forwarding into an age of nervous |
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boys and girls locked up in their rooms |
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when you grow old you will reflect fondly |
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upon the unions and the memories of me |
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and we will never age at all |
