The gravity here is just sick for revenge
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It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . .
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The sky seems so low,
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It hasn't moved this slow
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Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain
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You know the stars in the night
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They're like the holes in the cave
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Like the ceiling of a bombed-out church
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But gravity blocks my screams
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It's like an enemy's dreams
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My guardians quit
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They quit before they started their search
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Refrain:
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I want a world without gravity
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It could be just what I need
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I'd watch the stars move close
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I'd watch the earth recede
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I wanna drift above the borders against my will
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I wanna sleep where the angels don't pass
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But now my lips are blue
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Gravity does it to you
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It's like they're pressed against a mirrored glass
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I want my will and capability to meet inside the region
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Where this gravity don't mean a thing
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It's where the angels break through . . .
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It's where they bring it to you
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It's where silence, silence can teach me to sing
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Repeat Refrain 2 times
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I wanna lay beneath these sheets and never turn blue
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I wanna hold you, hold you tight but never touch
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I want some pure, pure white; hey, we can nod all night
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We can do it without thinking too much
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I want the dilettantes and parvenues to choke on my wrists
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They think the pearls I wear are pills
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I want their gravity to shatter . . . but it really doesn't matter
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I got something in my eye that kills!
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Repeat Refrain
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Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked gravity . . .
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Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked gravity . . .
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Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked.
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Wicked Gravity
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| Jim Carroll |
