I enter the room
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confident enough
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for now I tread
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a straight and narrow way
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so I sleep soundly
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a little blue in the face
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cut-out shapes
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in secondhand daylight
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Somewhere else
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something else
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on my mind
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She's caressing me
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with the hidden hands
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of the only kind of violence
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she thinks I'll understand
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we've got them dancing
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to all of our confessions
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they don't know how
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we rehearse our dreams
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Somewhere else ...
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I just get numb
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when you're hard to find
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We met at a psychiatric unit
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she was in for having habits
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no one else would try
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she didn't know what she was in control of
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she had all the advantages of magic
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no one could deny
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There was an old lady
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who swallowed a fly
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your inescapable mother
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such a crazy lover
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I just get numb ...
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Find out
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you'll find out
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Cut-Out Shapes
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