Alarming to the senses
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As the scent of latex
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And blinding white lights greet me
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He's withered, weak, and weary
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His bones are bare and brittle
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Can't rid this taste of surgery
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Of surgery, accusing me
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Of perjury, like surgery correcting me
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I'm bouncing in and out of my body
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Eyes roll in rhythm
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As they wish to focus
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They can't bear to see
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Our eyes are paralyzed
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As your legs are canonized
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With the water from these seas
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To own a heart that's half of yours
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These bones are mere accessories
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Well these bones are mere accessories
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The doctor said he heard me
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Stutter as muttered
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A startling repetitious phrase
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And under anesthesia
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I told him over and over again
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This body's yours to keep
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And though he promised me
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He said he'd do as I please
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I stand before you
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On these same selfish feet
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I'm bouncing in and out of my body
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Eyes roll in rhythm
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As they wish to focus
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But they can't bear to see
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Our eyes are paralyzed
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As your legs are canonized
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With the water from these seas
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To own a heart that's half of yours
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These bones are mere accessories
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His neck is shattered by the tides
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The ocean prays for his demise
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But I swear to you
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I watched his heart pump blood into those veins
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Throwing punches at ocean waves
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And as the tides retired
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I saw the smile you see today
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To own a heart that's half of yours
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These bones are mere accessories
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Our eyes are paralyzed
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As your legs are canonized
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With the water from these seas
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To own a heart that's half of yours, half of yours
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These bones are mere accessories
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Throwing punches at ocean waves
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The Gift Of Paralysis
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| Envy On The Coast |
