I awoke in a sinking Manhattan.
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I played in drunken cathedrals.
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There were businessmen in armchairs.
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With namebrands and short hair.
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Detonating with evil.
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So I scratched out the eyes of all my past lives.
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And gathered my crooked flowers.
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The gardener grins as the toothache begins.
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And the angels sing free from the towers.
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Can't stop this sleepwalking.
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Can't stop my mind.
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Holy laughter in the river with Ginsey.
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I saw John in heaven dancing with Buddha.
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Dropping pennies of X on the genXers heads.
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Singing couldawouldashoulda.
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In my dreams I've seen things naked and puzzled.
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My future fluorescent and dark.
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And my spies realize that my hope's euthanized.
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By the paranoid ape in my heart.
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Can't stop this sleepwalking.
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Can't stop my mind from talking.
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The prisoner in my head.
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Scares me to death.
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Sleepwalking
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| Seven Mary Three |
