And I could never tell as a kid
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What that window door went to
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Only told to stay away
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I almost had an accident, age 6
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When I found the key in the attic
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And now the smell of these wood frames
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Is the only sense I've left
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So as you pull me from the bed
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Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
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And since you are my friend
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I would ask that you lower me down slow
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And tell the man in the black cloak
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He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
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With those Latin conjugations
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And if it's all the same to them
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You should tell your gathering friends
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Please not to purse their faces grim
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On such a lovely Sunday
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Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
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We will put this flesh into the ground again [x6]
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Generator (Second Floor)
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| Freelance Whales |
