Caution, hot ashes
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The girl says to her first kiss
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They stuck eternity inside a bird's fist just to watch it fly
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Just to make it go
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Just to let them slip away
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Don't ask me how I know
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I just do
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Night surgeon dons his robes
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To take apart a fellow amateur
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Well I've heard it once said
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One gives what one gets
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Oh I didn't go out into this world
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Just to get stung by rich mans hornets
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Who amongst us has left these things undone
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Who let these animals into my kingdom
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A blind doe learns to work the rig
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A once thin man turns into a pig
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The endless groves where my soul pukes the night away
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The problem as I see it
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I was messed up
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On a tangent I was wrong
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They mix them strong
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And I was partial to the feeling
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It's a terrible feast we've been stuffing our faces on
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A terrible breeze from the east coming on
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Bearing the scent of our one hundred first kills
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You love her you leave her
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You try to achieve
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But the vision that she has from the start
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I've got street despair carved into my heart
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I've got street despair carved into my heart
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My dear didn't you hear
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A chorus is a thing that bears repeating
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And the problem as I see it is
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Girls stay away from that shit
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Saw you in Swan Lake you were great
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Saw you down in Strathcona square devouring an AfterEight
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Who cares I didn't mean it
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For your last encore
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You sawed yourself in half
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It was just you and your raft and this crummy requiem
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Shooting rockets
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Run or fly
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At some point I had to ask why
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I had to show you a world not tethered to disasters
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But this would prove impossible
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I snuck a look inside your skull and said
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Don't look now
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But Gretchen's seeing red again
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The truth is a thing to coax out of it shell
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The truth on this you and I are going to tangle
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Off treacherous bliss off
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First you come in all sweet
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And then on tiger's paws you retreat
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Into a darken nether shadow region
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Hey are they still serving that piss
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Shooting rockets
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And it'd be true what they say
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Were they to say why yes I dig the scourge
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It's not that I quit
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It's not that my poems are shit
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In the light of the privilege of dreams
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Alive she cried once now alive she screams
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Shooting rockets
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Praise be the delightful muezzin tending his flock
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Praise be those alabaster hands running amok on your body
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They love you in spite of your lame scene
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We live in darkness the light is a dream you see
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Shooting rockets
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Shooting Rockets (From The Desk Of Night's Ape)
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