the flashlight shot right through your flickering heart
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people's movements round you fall apart
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cackle out an ooze of sweat and laughter
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spin faster
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learn your eyes' distress from quietening gazes
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find your swift ignition flare amazement
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a gutter ballroom to your feet
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like raw meat
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they move slowly - how they bore me, live so slowly
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phosphor drowns in cigarettes breathless smoke
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the prince of tuesday nights he spoils his joke
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tickle fancies till they scream in rapture
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moisture
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i could never share your world
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suddenly it's too absurd
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sometimes even dance can limp
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sometimes your diction's stumbleing
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your footsteps never kiss the cancelled rhythms
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schism
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so here inside me it's all very quiet
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drifting like the wind in my scorched hair
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shifting like the winter through bald trees
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all my life i am tonight
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growing like a cramp in your right hand
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thriving like the winter's divorced land
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frustration leads to knowledgs
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burn your laughter mirthless
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so here inside it's all right
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ruthless like the needle in my eye
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cutting deep like friends caught when they lie
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raging gives you knowledgs
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pack the stars up mirthless
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the dancefloor cracks your bones and launches a laugh
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the dust creeps in your lungs and stutter coughs
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your hand bursts open, hit by treacherous footsteps
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sunset
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you move slowly - how you bore me, live so slowly
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i move slowly - how i bore me, how i bore me
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The Weight of the Wind
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| Scythe |
