from up here the pacific looks like fire and things to come.
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i'm a steel rocket; i am a human bomb.
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they say we'll be gods..thunder, divine.
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but surely we'll only be history--literal and poignative;
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stuck in time and out of time.
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i'm sending fingernails and locks of hair.
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i'm falling sky; i'm screaming air.
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oh, be at peace as I break into pieces for you.
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the end of me; a fiery blossom for you.
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lover, are you looking outside?
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because before I die I'll draw a heart in the sky.
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the enemy floats right beneath my eyes
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and his little black powder puffs
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pop and polka-dot the sky.
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reason would have me lift up into the clouds and hide,
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but you make me mad,
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make me forget how to fly.
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oh! Lover, do you ever wonder why
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when we were on the ground
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heaven never seemed so high?
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Kamikaze
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| I Hate Myself |
