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And the first one tore a picture
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Of a dead and hanging man
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Who was kissing foreign fishes
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That flew right out from this hands
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And when I put my arms around him
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I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
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And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
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And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty
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Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string...
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And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
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Lost like a bell that's tipping over
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With two cracks along both sides
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And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
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And watched the fires that were reaching
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Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
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And the waiting scene and the sunday dream
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They're all waiting here for me
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Deli markets with their flower stands
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Pretty girls and the burning men
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Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
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And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
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Across a bridge and across the mountains
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Threw a nickel in a fountain
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To save my soul from all these troubled times
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And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take
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To soothe my mind so I'm always sober
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Always aching, always heading towards
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Mass suicide, occult figurines
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And wasted gas-station attendents
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Attending to their jobs
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And a nice drive in the country
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Finds a nice cliff to drop off
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Oh when this world just gets so grating
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All the grittiness of life
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But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
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You're too wonderful to die
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From anything we could call loving
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Any love worth living for
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So I'll sleep out in the gutter
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You can sleep here on the floor
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And when I wake up in the morning
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I forgot to lock the door
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Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline
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You won't see me anymore
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Song Against Sex
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Neutral Milk Hotel |