And we steal our experience from an object that suffers
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But the brightest pain leaves a shadow on no one
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I saw you through the window masturbating to the violence
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And the blood and the bodies floated through the blue sun.
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And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand
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And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man
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We hallucinated at night.
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Our mind's in the light
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But I can't feel the body of the image which is now penetrating my sight
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But you're beautiful.
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And you're real
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Are you beautiful?
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Are you real?
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And my body begins where your memory ends
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You were melted from stone.
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I was touched by your hands
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I can feel it when pleasure moves up your spine
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I can tell we're alive because your blood just blended with mine
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And the angels of heaven never sacrificed a sensation as pure as the cut of this knife
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And the wisdom contained in the telepathy of fear
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Solidified our suffering into the droning sound I still hear
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But you're beautiful.
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And you're real
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Are you beautiful?
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Are you real?
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Telepathy
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