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Strange overtones god bless the overgrown child that could
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Hold his own throwing stones at a sky full of drones
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He clipped a wing then fell to earth and hit close to home
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And found insects nesting in his mobile phone
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It's wishful thinking that a song can heal a sick rose
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I sit and pull thistles out my thick skull — live slow
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Keep it simple — sweep the fallen leaves out the temple
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When it's ten below, freezing in the cold, wind blows
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Some nights we overindulge kick back, shoot the
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Shallow shit, chew the pig fat, act on impulse
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Met my love after Elohim so my ribs closed
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With devils selling dreams at the disco. took her hand and
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Stumbled toward the exit felt the pressure build
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Precious virtuosic flesh clearing that it's dressed to kill
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I'll sit alone and watch the rain falling from your eyes
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When they crack the seven sill below the solemn summer sky
[Chorus]
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Birds in the cage, rats in the belly
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Snakes in the grass, bats in the belfry
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About the ocean that professed love to ishmael
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While sifting through the serpent like intestines of a sick whale
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(that sounds dangerous) beneath the sleep-like veil
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I read the stomach lining of the beast like braille
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And walk the street feeling like my feet might fail
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(Thats how i learn — you can do it too)
[Verse 2]
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I'm learning not to hold my tongue — but how to hold a tune
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With a drop of golden sun leaking from an open wound
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Below the full moon — reposing in the womb
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Sticking acupuncture pins in your thick skull balloon
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I make my way through the forest to chart progress
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Following the queen, running with sharp objects
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Stop, catch your breath, set the hatchet down dig a hole and
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Bury it, god bless the poet proletariat
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The lowly, lost, lord we get down on both knees
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Choking back tears while the world moves at full speed
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You give 'em time, they'll pilfer the village blind
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What's ill is they're building shrines to realists and philistines
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And hide shame with pride — I'm guilty of the same sin
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Born with the same snake attached to the brain stem
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Strange beautiful things losing their wings
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From heaven's promised heights to the crucible flames — listen:
[Chorus]
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Birds in the cage, rats in the belly
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Snakes in the grass, bats in the belfry
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About the ocean that professed love to ishmael
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While sifting through the serpent like intestines of a sick whale
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(that sounds dangerous) beneath the sleep-like veil
G
I read the stomach lining of the beast like braille
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And walk the street feeling like my feet might fail
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(Thats how i learn — you can do it too)