I awoke inside a stranger¡¯s glance, nervous and suspecting the worst.
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Where had i been for so long? Inside a wolf¡¯s grin.
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I felt colored, packed tight and slightly refreshed.
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I unbuttoned my memory and took a look inside myself.
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Does it make you feel much better.
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Does it make you feel alright.
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Does it make you feel good inside.
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I¡¯m dancing at the foot of angels.
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I took a look inside my skull cap. It was all there; the tissue,
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The sinew, the arm chair, the tingly aroma of urine,
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A fruit basket filled to the brim with decaffeinated hangover cider,
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There were the cattle pranks, the friction burns and the lies.
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Does it make you feel much better.
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Does it make you feel alright.
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Does it make you feel good inside.
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I¡¯m dancing at the foot of angels.
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I found the keys i had forgotten i'd misplaced the ones to all the answers to the questions that you'd ever asked and that you'd never asked
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Oh and the jelly that was the best part thick and hot and greazy
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I used to cover the walls of my antenae so i could hear you calling
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The receptions always better that way
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Dancing at the Foot of Angels
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