Key: C minor
Intro 1
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Now bring it out Like a finger in the back of your mouth
Verse 1
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Cherubs and cerebellum,
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Tara at Sarah's wedding
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Sam marrying Sam
Band pushed upon the finger
of Sam's hairiest hand
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If that sickens you, you a bigot
If it doesn't well then you wicked
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Such is life
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Odd as Egg McMuffins at night
No answers,
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so let us watch these dancers
Structure reformed gracefully being born
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On the pallet of dark greys,
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concaves and spirals
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Kal eidoscope into a Eiffel
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It ripples then it tidals
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Vacillates then it virals
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Babylons then it Bibles and others
And tell me of the spinning mothers
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And today's mathematics for beloved
And beasts' bellies covered like
the cummerbunds of butlers
Verse 2
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How was your day,
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can I make what you say
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What I wanna hear, cause I want you here
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The hell that we raised to the heav
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ens do anything for
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La petite mort, la petite mort
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They keep the bottles just to make glass houses
Verse 3
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Then climb
up to the second floors
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and throw rocks out it
Then expect not a volley in reply
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Some place vulnerable like
prolly in the eye
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What of the chicken? what is it missin',
is it dry?
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Did it die in some inhumane conditions
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so it didn't go relaxed
And attention from its demise pulled
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all of the flavor from the fat
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And made it flat and rather
lifeless
Well there's a place
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that has a stunning (?)
And more mercifully murdered
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Pisces
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But barbaric are still the prices
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It's rather niceless, apricot in
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dices and fromage slices
My son will call risotto rices
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If and when he's left
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to his own devices, well
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How is your memory?
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Is it returning like a lemon tree
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To bear bitter fruit of what
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you meant to me
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Or was it slippin' like permission
am I trippin' like Phil
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I feel I'm grippin' but maybe
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the transmission
Still left out the life,
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also left out the will, grief
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Will cheese never touch your teeth
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Maybe like kosher beef
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Is it real, is it real, is it real
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Ha, hah!
Verse 4
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How at the date can I
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make you my break
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Cause I want you dear,
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ooh, I want you dear
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The hell that we raised to the
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heavens make (?) for
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Our petite mort,
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our petite mort
Verse 5
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So glad you're back,
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but not glad at that you're glad
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Where is the glamor in collapse?
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Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one
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back to a pattern of stab wounds
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Swoon ridden goons consumed
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and driven mad soon
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The attended years slowly fills
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with baboons
That other monkey business
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Where killers go free cause a
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junkie's a funky witness
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Runny mascaras from the cunning
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mask wearers of death
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Bygone errors, sittin' like two oil derricks
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Separated by a sea
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of cooling num nums
Reminiscing of an every day playing
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hum drum
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Where recognition went un noticed
And then solidified till it
was stoic
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We should've been poets
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Somewhere between amateurs and
grandmasters of iambic pentameter
Verse 6
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How are your chains,
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do they make you behave
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Keep you over here,
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by your overseer
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Fallen from grace down from heaven
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to memories (?)
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La petite mort, la petite mort
Outro 1
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