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I found the fragrance separate from the flower
In all the logic I was lost
I found the fair light blossom to be sour
And beneath the soil the real cost
You can to me carelessly
I am iris and the lense
The bridge adjusting to the water water water water
The level inside will rise
A fallen monument lies
A prism is only walls
My arms will not be bars
The well now is your support
In autosuggested pathways you are caught
You came to me carelessly
I am iris and the lense
The bridge adjusting to the water water water water
The level inside will rise
A fallen monument lies
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Sapphire her burning eyes
Model euphonic paradigms
Awkwardness happening to someone you love
Awkwardness happening to someone you love
The black cat the black cat
Curiouser and curiouser
The black cat the black cat
Curiouser and curiouser
Shadowing masonic verve
Follows the pharaoh and the worm
Awkwardness happening to someone you love
Awkwardness happening to someone you love
The black cat the black cat
Curiouser and curiouser
The black cat the black cat
Curiouser and curiouser
Mirror mirror on the wall
Into the purring night you call
Awkwardness happening to someone you love
Awkwardness happening to someone you love
The black cat the black cat
Curiouser and curiouser
The black cat the black cat
Curiouser and curiouser
Awkwardness happening
Awkwardness happening
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The coal
The coal light
The callous
The caress
The comb
The calm
The colour
The cortex
The code
The codine
The comma
The context
The collector
The green
The fine
The fall
The financer
The dream
The fen
The fine
The fin
The defend
The fawn
Then do
The coal
The coal light
The colours
The caress
The comb
The calm
The colour
The caress
The cortex
The comb
The codine
The comma
The context
The corpse
The likeness
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die
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Quaker toil & texan oil
Rockets on we're arm in arm
Nasa nude you're manly you
Oi american soldier
America's boy
Gun me down with yankee power
Cock pit tom with army charm
The eagle lands army commands
Oi american soldier
America's boy
Cowboy corn & bugle horn
{on son don't post me on?}
You are dean and me the queen
Oi american soldier
America's boy
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Succumb to the line
The finishing time
The long distance runner
Has stopped on the corner
But i won't give up
Although i've stopped too
Before the end of me and you
The patchwork explains
The land is unchanged
Interpret the rooms
My tears in the typing pool
The letters are sighing
The ink is still drying
I told you the truth
And now i sigh too
The page turns on me and you
Across that white plain
The land is unchanged
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Under the white chalk
Drawn on the black board
Drawn on the black board
Under the xray
I'm just a vertebrate
Do that to me
Do that to my anatomy
Do that to me
Do that to my anatomy
Corporeal Corporeal
We are mankind
We are manikin
With and without mind
With or without Darwin
Classify me
The strings of my autonomy
Classify me
The strings of my autonomy
Corporeal corporeal
A thorny red heart
Around a thin arm
Inside a white bone
The love is inborn
Close up to me
Up close to my anatomy
Close up to me
Up close to my autonomy
Corporeal corporeal
Corporeal
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Clouds float away like iron tools on the moon
All my time is in half life
Memories over memories
Can I see more than I'm programmed to be
Constellation of orion
A picture with a past
A future so vast
A mnemonic game
On the arc of a journey
I report
There once were cities
Open academies
Avenues and tree
Human law
Automatic oracles
Calender, the years
Verbal hemispheres
Constellation of orion
The repositioned light
The post atomic night
Informing me I'm near
The axis of feeling
Constellation of orion
A picture with a past
A future so vast
A mnemonic game
On the arc of a journey
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Michael Michael Michael
Wake up we're going back to chelmsley wood
Michael Michael Michael
My feet are dancing can you see them
Michael Michael Michael
I'll change my hair but inside I'll stay the same
Michael Michael Michael
I'll draw my lips around my lipstick
My feet are dancing so much and I hate that
My feet are dancing so much
Ah see if you're feeling like you're looking for a chance to let go
And if you're feeling like you're looking for that change then let go
Let go let go let go
Michael Michael Michael
Come on your father was a teddy boy
Michael Michael Michael
There's nothing written on your fingernails
Michael Michael Michael
You said remind me not to be myself
Michael Michael Michael
This is not your saw tooth wave
Ah see if you're feeling like you're looking for a chance to let go
And if you're feeling like you're looking for that change then let go
Let go let go let go
My feet are dancing so much and I hate that
My feet are dancing so much
My feet are dancing so much and I hate that
My feet are dancing so much
Ah see if you're feeling like you're looking for a chance to let go
And if you're feeling like you're looking for that change then let go
Let go let go let go
Michael Michael Michael
Today the old height rise is coming down
Michael Michael Michael
This is not your saw tooth wave
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I'm not pygmalion
Hooked by failure
Ruled as a juvenile
Aged as an infantile
Subject to the ladder
Ruined by affection
Excepted by exception
Predicted on a graph
Cornered by ritual
Diminished by impression
Cried out in the lesson
Subject to the ladder
Subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full on feeling
In the silence of the room
Defended by defendants
Corrected by the pain
Inspected by a sadness
Exhausted by a game
Subject to the ladder
Subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
A picture turning over
Jewel in the water
Where eco saw reflection
Not what it taught her
Invaded by the quarrels
And I denied the lathe
Let me chop down the laurel
A goal I won't escape
In bullied deception
But when the whistle came
Esteem had broke infection
My torment faught with shame
Subject to the ladder
Subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
Subject to the ladder
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Endless night
Laced with time
Under unreal light
With the goodbye girls
Pendant heart
Counterpart
Under unreal light
With the goodbye girls
Fraudulently they love you
Think of you
You're in a sleepless dream
The insincere
Vacantly they listen
Giving no emotion
Leaving no impression
Love you all night
Love you all night
Honesty
Sweet deceit
It's a cut up world
With the goodbye girls
Love distilled
For your guild
Feelings superimposed
On the goodbye girls
Fraudulently they love you
Think of you
Vacantly they listen
Giving no emotion
Leaving no impression
Love you all night
Vacantly they listen
Giving no emotion
Leaving no impression
Love you all night
Love you all night
Love you all night
Love you all night
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You and me in time
You and me in time
The river flows down
The flowers grows up
The snow makes no sound
On the mountain top
You and me in time
You and me in time
We're saying goodbye
We're waving our hands
The waves and the tide
Move the grains of sand
You and me in time
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