The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping.
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A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins.
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They're all perfect models of imperfection,
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With marrow made of cellophane.
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Strap on your ballroom best.
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Breathe in and don't exhale.
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Oh, Juliet! Oh, Juliet! Deny your name, your father.
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Rearrange the cells that form my skin.
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See them through kaleidoscope eyes.
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Because everybody feigns sometimes.
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Blur your eyes,
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Romeo.
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Bend the lines,
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Romeo.
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Do you like what you see?
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Oh, Romeo
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Where art thou?
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I've dressed up this canvas skin; Painted something colorful just for you.
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Self-inflicted surgery is now routine.
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It erases all traces of faces we have all known; We have all owned.
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Stretch me over this two-by-four skeleton.
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...Then I Defy You, Stars
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| The Receiving End Of Sirens |
