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They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
16:12Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile ain’t nothing but an electric sign
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Can't you see in my handwriting, the curve of my G, the longing?
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16:17And everyone has memories of the night that melted stone
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A list of what we need to get to make it look like we love to work
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Hang on to me and I'll hang on to you
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23:43Her hair was green as seaweed and her skin was blue and pale
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I will sing your fears if you sing my neurosis
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My lovers in dreams are the fiends from your nightmares
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Black acres are claiming me
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- 04:33
Come with me, dance, my dear
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12:15A wood of lunar negatives, ensilvered as the moon had waned
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You can't hold the impossibly untogether
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The primal quest ain't nothing but a second guess
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When the Devil is too busy and Death's a bit too much
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I burn with no trace up in the cool sky
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Simon watches eyelids as projections flicker there
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Out of car parts, a raven made a nest inside my skin
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23:48Something that will stand the test of time
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But there's a point at which you realize that nobody is all bad
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Bounce the graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
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So fill me up with chemicals and other people's words
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If their prophets are only fools and madmen
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- 1: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 2: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 3: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 4: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 5: You are just the fingertips of something
- 6: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
- 7: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 8: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 9: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
- 10: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
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