Glass-work shards decorate this house
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We're tossing lust darts out windows
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The splash and jangle of the secret signs
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Defined, you claimed, some golden ages
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A promise
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You always love short story form
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The signs behind it, the hidden bars
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You live for flaming, the attractions new
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The leather's pulled from a secret room
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Closed eyes stare into morning sun
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When the darts formed into connections
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If I'm honest you come to mind, but baby I'm not
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If I'm honest you come to mind, but baby I'm not
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The ink draft's polished into working script
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We stare in wonder at the steps we skipped
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Tripping wires we have so carefully crossed
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The science behind it at a perfect loss
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You're my lord, you're my shepherd
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Careful kid, no one gets hurt
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You made me
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You're my lord, you're my shepherd
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Careful kid, no one gets hurt
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You made me
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Used up all of the French we took
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The signs behind it was a dirty look
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Songe pas de Rock n Roll
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Songe pas de Rock n Roll au revoir
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You're my lord, you're my shepherd
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Careful kid, no one gets hurt
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You made me
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You're my lord, you're my shepherd
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Careful kid, no one gets hurt
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You made me
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You're my lord, you're my shepherd
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Careful kid, no one gets hurt
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You made me
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You're my lord, you're my shepherd
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Careful kid, no one gets hurt
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You made me this way
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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Try to fail
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My Shepherd
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| The New Pornographers |
