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Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed pigs |
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And silk soft little things |
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Fill a house hung from strings |
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And I fly out on my silver scissoring wings |
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With the other sardines |
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Over cities of things mommies need |
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Light as gas and half-assedly free |
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Like I was in nineteen ninety three |
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Over the ruins like we're staggering apes |
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What we get's what we take |
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In a split open place where a man can get kinged |
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In a palace of panic and flames |
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Where nobody gets blamed by the tired |
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And broke down and beat |
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In sunken gardens where there was a street |
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West over water I rambled and paced |
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And the blood river raced like the sweat down my face |
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And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced |
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And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes |
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And I blazed in the last orange hours of the day |
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Until the dust hazed and hid us away |
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Little baby be brave |
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I see your dad riding over the rise |
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Crashing his whole cavalcade through the crowd |
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Watch them run on all sides |
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The neon white branches |
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And the carrion fly |
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On a congressman's eye |
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I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves |
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And left under a rock out on rockaway beach beneath the trees |
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I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze |
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There's a hole in my throat |
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You can note my last wheeze if you need |
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Then take hold of the rope |
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And down we scream |
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