Intro: x3
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Bring me to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races tonight
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Where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of incandescent spires
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The roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits
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You-could-turn it all on end still wouldn t be taller than the biotic arch at the crown of creation
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There are people who put dirty hypodermic needles
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Between the seat cushions in the movie theaters
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We all have the same dream the night that we contract it...
So maybe I ve been sleeping less at your place
Since that man s last panicked screams startled us awake
We re paralyzed as the cop cars arrived
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Casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling, three colors we watched the frozen moon
In daylight I stare past your eyes lenses
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Windows framing solar wind rustling ivy on painted pink buildings
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I ve been hearing the soft step of gray-eyed governess
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But I know you know the physical form of the moaning alarms coming from the Air Force base
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A skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release
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Debat ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering V s, of geese
Outro:
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Ohhh....
