Mr. Cripple man, do you still feel your hands?
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The light you never fill, she's waiting by the door.
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While atoms play around, you sit here to obstruct.
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I never thought to think that what goes down does not come up.
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We're hostage on the gravity train, just when we move forward we fall back again.
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The sharpness of his nail, it hammers down the fold.
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In all this time, we're just Running from the Whole.
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Enter woman, girl.
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Enter to your left, stage right.
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The chaos it ensues, beneath the coating of your skin.
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Her boa it constricts, the spotlight on a barren soul.
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She needn't ask the stars just what it's like to feel star cold.
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We're hostage on the gravity train. Just when we move forward we fall back again.
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The sharpness of his nail, it hammers down the fold.
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In all this time we're just Running from the Whole.
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And when I leave again, I'll cycle through this atmosphere.
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Past a marching band of souls, who scrape me with their human eyes.
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A taste of bitter earth, I'll just bring with me a dollar's worth.
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My face burns from the wind and it's time to shed my second skin.
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We're hostage on this gravity train. Just when we move forward we fall back again.
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The sharpness of his nail, it hammers down the fold.
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In all this time we're just Running from the Whole.
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Running from the Whole
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| Sarah Fimm |
