I woke up in a coma in someone else's way
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Choked on the aroma of a world in decay
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Thought I heard laughing as my knees hit the ground
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Saw nothing but shadows racing all around
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Hey one of these shadows come rescue me
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I need a little bit of darkness to protect me from the heat
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It's like looking for hay in a stack of hypodermics
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Shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road
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And everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide
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Surrounded by fences that you, that you can't get inside
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Sub-normal people do supernatural things
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In a world full of demons with white feathered wings
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I feel like I'm open hearted, but it's a broken range we're on
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I know I'm not the only one asking where have all the cowboys gone
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Can't one of these cowboys come rescue me?
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I need a little bit of rope n ride to keep me on my feet
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It's like looking for hay in a stack of hypodermics
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Shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road
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And everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide
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Surrounded by fences that you, that you can't get inside
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Face down on the hardwood floor
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In one more empty corridor
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I'm all alone in these halls
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All is fair in love and war
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If I can't find an open door
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Then I'll start taking out walls
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I'm face down on the hardwood floor
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And not a soul with which to be
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If this craving's one to ignore
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Then someone tell me what the fuck a soul is for
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I'm looking for hay in a stack of hypodermics
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Shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road
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And everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide
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Surrounded by fences that you, that you can't get inside
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That you can't get inside
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That you can't get inside
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Everywhere There's Statues
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| Jay Brannan |
