I must have crawled through your bedroom door
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in a fit of jealous breath
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perched upon the Bacchus foot
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of your unsuspecting bed
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From the blossom rags in my jackal croon
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to the stems of this cinquefoil
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I give to you the shrapnel
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with which to sprinkle in the soil
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Because...
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All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack
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cause you know I always set them for you
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Yeah, for you!
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And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
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yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you
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Yeah, to you!
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Wash it down with harlot soap
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well, is this what you want?
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I'll paint your steps with the lilac stains
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of smelter revenant
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My cutlery is rattling
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in the dormant wooden drawers
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from the palm of my throne I beckon you
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to cut the orchid cord
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Because...
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All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack
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cause you know I always set them for you
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Yeah, for you!
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And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
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yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you
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Yeah, to you!
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I know a girl that was woven
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in spindle and thread
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wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta
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scaffolding wed
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She tosses and turns
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and wakes all the children in bed
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yawning with hunger
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they take turns of nourishment
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She says...
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Somebody, somebody help me
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Is there anybody that can set me free?
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From the mountains of avarice this I beg to you
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My ether turns flesh to gravel
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And all the traps in the cellar go clickety clack
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cause you know I always set them for you
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Yeah, I set them for you!
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And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
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cause you know they're gonna take me to you
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Yeah, to you!
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And all the traps in the cellar go clickety clack
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cause you know I always set them for you
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Yeah, for you!
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And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
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yeah, you know they're gonna...
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The Malkin Jewel
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| Mars Volta |
