I¡¯m looking forward to losing all my hair
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I¡¯m looking forward to looking backward
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Multiple suns have always guided me
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Multiple suns, to do my bidding
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I recall my youth with Klock:
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A bubbling boob of hate
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Still, I fashioned not one crime
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And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested
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They turned his mind to paste
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Yes, it happens all the time
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Now you ask me ¡®why so many suns?¡¯
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One for each murder me and my angel done
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De profundis; how I love to live this loose!
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De profundis; with my Donald Duck orange juice!
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Klock was like an older brother
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And for awhile I was he
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Or rather he was I
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Now I regard him as another
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One of my sovereign suns
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Yes, this happens all the time
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The Harpies scatter; intestines unravel
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Better than memory: ACTUAL TIME TRAVEL
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Heavens abound in pomegranate light
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Heavens abound; I gain back my overbite
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I am their only planet
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Suns of the bluest flame
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Stoic, yet volatile
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If¡¯n the past come hither
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I keep the gaslight burning
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Because it could happen any time
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Multiple Suns
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| Cass McCombs |
