He past is a grotesque animal and in it's eyes you see
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How completely wrong you can be
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The sun is out it melts the snow that fell yesterday makes you wonder why it
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bothered
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I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met who could appreciate george
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bataille
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Standing at swedish festival discussing the "story of the eye"
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It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
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How can I explain I need you here and not here too
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I'm flunking out I'm gone I'm just gone but at least I author my own disaster
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Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
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I'm just not available things could be different but they're not
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The mousy girl screams violence violence she gets hysterical
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Cause they're both so mean and it's my favorite scene
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But the cruelty's so predictable it makes you sad on the stage
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Though our love project has so much potential but it's like we weren't made for
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this world
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Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was
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Do I have to scream in your face?
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I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
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Throw it all in my face I don't care
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Let's just have some fun
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Let's tear this shit apart
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Let's tear the fucking house apart
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Let's tear our fucking bodies apart but let's just have some fun
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Somehow you've red rovered the gestapo circling my heart
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And nothing can defeat you no death no ugly world
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You've lived so brightly you've altered everything
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I find myself searching for oldselves
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While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
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I've played the unraveler the parhelion
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But even Apocalypse is fleeting
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There's no death no ugly world
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Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
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We want our film to be beautiful not realistic
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Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
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And you can betray me but teach me something wonderful
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Crown my head crowd my head with your lilting effects
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Project your fears onto me
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I need to view them
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See there's nothing to them
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I promise you there's nothing to them
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I'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminal
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How do you keep it together? I'm all all unraveled
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But you know no matter where we are
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We're always touching by underground wires
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I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
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But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
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And none of our secrets are physical now
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The Past Is A Grotesque Animal
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| Of Montreal |
