When the baby's born
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Oh let's turn it to the snow
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So that ice will surely grow
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Over weak and brittle bones
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Oh let's leave it to the wolves
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So their teeth turn it to food
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Oh its flesh keeps them alive
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Oh its death helps life survive
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Oh the world can be kind in its own way
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Oh well your future's a machine
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With the mechanics of a dream
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And it's your mind that spins the wheel
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And your heart that makes you feel
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All the guilt for all your sins
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Oh and as that wheel spins
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Oh well it plays as they believed
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And for your husband you have grieved
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Oh the world
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Still deceives you as it turns
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And in my lucid moments I could see
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Oh that the heart may be
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The weakest part of me
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Oh and the moon controls
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The movements of the tide
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Oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind
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But if you turn your hands to flames
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Oh the light will burn the same
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Whether you just pass it through
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Or if it's what you meant to do
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And your sense of culpability
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Is from the guides that you perceived
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Their constant lie that you believe
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Will show you grace
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Oh when you turn to a ghost
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Oh but now the love you found
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Is raising you from muddy ground
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And oh the death will let you down
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'Cause your curse will still go on the same
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Jocasta
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Noah And The Whale |