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There are beads that wrap
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Around your knees that crackle into the dark
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Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head
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Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead
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This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
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We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
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And I guess it's worth your time
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Because there's some lives you live
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And some you leave behind
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It gets hard to explain
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The gardenhead knows my name
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Leave me alone, for you know this isn't the first time
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In fact this is twice in a row
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That the angels have slipped through our landslide
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And filled up our garden with snow
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And I don't wish to taste of your insides
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Or to call out your name through my phone
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For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
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As long as you're something to own
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Follow me through a city of frost covered angels
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I swear I have nothing to prove
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I just want to dance in your tangles
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To give me some reason to move
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But to take on the world at all angles
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Requires a strength I can't use
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So I'll meet you up high in your anger
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Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
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gardenhead -leave me alone
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| Neutral Milk Hotel |
