Do you know the warm progress
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Under the stars?
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Do you know we exist?
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Have you forgotten the keys
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To the kingdom
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Have you been borne yet
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& are you alive?
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Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
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Of the ages
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Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
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[Have you forgotten the lessons
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Of the ancient war]
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We need great golden copulations
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The fathers are cackling in trees
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Of the forest
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Our mother is dead in the sea
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Do you know we are being led to
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Slaughters by placid admirals
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& that fat slow generals are getting
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Obscene on young blood
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Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
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The moon is dry blood beast
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Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
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In the next block of green vine
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Amassing for warfare on innocent
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Herdsman who are just dying
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O great creator of being
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Grant us one more hour to
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Perform our art
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& perfect our lives
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The moths & atheists are doubly divine
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& dying
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We live, we die
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& death not ends it
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Journey we more into the
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Nightmare
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Cling to life
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Our passion'd flower
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Cling to Cunts & cocks
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Of despair
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We got our final vision
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By clap
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Columbus groin got
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Filled w/green death
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(I touched her thigh
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& death smiled)
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We have assembled inside this ancient
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& insane theatre
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To propagate our lust for life
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& flee the swarming wisdom
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Of the streets
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The barns are stormed
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The windows kept
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& only one of all the rest
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To dance & save us
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W/the divine mockery
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Of words
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Music inflames temperament
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(When the true King's murderers
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Are allowed to roam free
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A 1000 Magicians arise in the land)
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Where are the feasts
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We are promised
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Where is the wine
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The New Wine
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(dying on the vine)
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Resident mockery
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Give us an hour for magic
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We of the purple glove
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We of the starling flight
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& velvet hour
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We of arabic pleasures's breed
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We of sundome & the night
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Give us a creed
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To believe
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A nightr of lust
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Give us trust in
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The Night
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Give of color
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Hundred hues
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A rich mandala
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For me & for you
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& for your silky
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Pillowed house
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A head, wisdom
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& a bed
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Troubled decree
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Resident mockery
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Has claimed thee
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We used to believe
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In the good old days
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We still receive
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In little ways
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The things of Kindness
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& unsporting brow
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Forget & allow
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Did you know freedom exists
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In school books
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Did you know madmen are
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Running our prisons
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W/in a jail, w/in a gaol
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W/in a white free protestant
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Maelstrom
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We're perched headlong
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On the edge of boredom
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We're reaching for death
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On the end of a candle
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We're trying for something
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That's already found us
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt
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Live in the light of certain
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South
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Cruel bindings
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The sevants have the power
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Dog-men & their mean women
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Pulling poor blankets over
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Our sailors
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I'm sick of dour faces
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Starong at me from the T.V.
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Tower, I want roses in
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My garden bower; dig?
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Royal babies, rubies
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Must now replace aborted
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Strangers in the mud
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These mutants, blood-meal
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For the plant that's plowed
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They are waiting to take us into
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The severed garden
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Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
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Comes death on a stranger hour
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Unannounced, unplanned for
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Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
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Brought to bed
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Death makes angels of us all
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& gives us wings
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Where we had shoulders
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Smooth as raven's
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Claws
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No more money, no more fancy dress
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This other kingdom seems by far the best
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Until its other jaw reveals incest
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& loose obedience to a vegetable law
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I will not go
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Prefer a feast of friends
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To the Giant family
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An American Prayer / Hour For Magic / Freedom Exists / A Feast Of Friends
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The Doors |