Picture a parachute, a playground
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Innocent faces in a circle
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Tiny hands hold round the edges
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A threat for every gentle moment
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And they lift my heart high above their heads
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On this billowing diaphragm of memories
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And i struggle to catch a glimpse of you
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But I'm bound by webs of habit
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Gotta cut away, clear away snip away and sever this umbilical residue
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Keeping me from killing you
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And from pulling you down with me
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In here I can almost hear you scream
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One more medicated peaceful moment (give me)
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One more medicated peaceful moment
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And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility
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No, I don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility
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Gotta cut away clear away
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Snip away and sever this umbilical residue
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Gotta cut away clear away
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Snip away and sever this umbilical residue
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Keeping me from killing you
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Snip away and sever this
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Keeping me from killing you...
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Orestes (Alternate Lyrics)
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| A Perfect Circle |
