You turn on a spindle.
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You're so much looser now but you're not explaining how you gained such new repose.
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I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held,
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Some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck.
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So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide,
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Solids changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright.
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Well fine, don't you do what I want you to.
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Yeah, don't degrade yourself the way that I do
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Cause you don't depend upon all the shit that I use to make my moods improve.
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Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords
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That crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar.
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And there were girls bringing water,
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Like a dream they came to cure the fever of my brain,
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And soothe my burning throat.
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And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets,
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And placed it round my neck
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And they were singing, don't you do what you've wanted to.
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Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those cowards do
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Maybe the sun keeps coming up cause it's gotten used to you
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And your constant need for proof.
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A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklace
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| Bright Eyes |
