She says I'm boring her camera it takes more to delight the cadaver
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Night eyes on icy patrol
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Yours were not so nazi feline
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Mine were as dead as monks and our particles are in motion
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Night eyes producing ashes we love to view unfortunate passions
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Still she brings my photo to bed
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No mere limp verse could incite identity destruction
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Our particles are in motion
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Sometimes we're not legible but we're the same strange animal
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Let them say our love is peculiar don't care
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There's only now no ever after, we won't let this end in disaster
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You are my twin no I will never go there
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We Were Born The Mutants Again With Leafling
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| Of Montreal |
