She was part of an inner circle--
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Daughters of the Motherland.
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Like a ship lit up at sea,
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with scars where its talons used to be. [Repeat line twice]
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I was a slow learner, I moved in flourishes.
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I was a late-bloomer, I moved in flourishes.
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Last man on the scene--
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Fresh face on a dying scene,
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One-hundredth of a wet, black bough. [Repeat line twice]
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I was Clytemnestra on a good day,
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Dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated.
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The initiates brought out in tumbrils,
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Shed out by the dawn. [Repeat line twice]
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Like a woman, I was kept as the wealthy
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American underground wept at the sight of Rhodes Island sinking into the sea.
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And the sky still reigned supreme over the land as the music lovers
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sat cross-legged in the sand, and in time, and in Space,
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And, in other words, in a band who, much like churchgoers, fuck themselves... up. [Repeat verse once]
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[Minor mumbling.]
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3000 Flowers
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Destroyer |