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Two headed boy
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All floating in glass
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The sun it has passed
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Now it's blacker than black
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I can hear as you tap on your jar
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I am listening to hear where you are
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I am listening to hear where you are
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Two headed boy
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Put on sunday shoes
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And dance round the room to accordion keys
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With the needle that sings in your heart
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Catching signals that sound in the dark
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Catching signals that sound in the dark
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We will take off our clothes
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And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
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Two headed boy
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With pulleys and weights
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Creating a radio played just for two
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In the parlor witha moon across her face
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And through the music he sweetly displays
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Silver speakers that sparkle all day
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Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
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And in the dark we will take off our clothes
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And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
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Two headed boy
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There is no reason to grieve
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The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
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Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
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And I will take you and leave you alone
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Watching spirals of white softly flow
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Over your eyelids and all you did
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Will wait until the point when you let go
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Two-Headed Boy
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| Neutral Milk Hotel |
