| Windows rattle with contempt
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| Peeling back a ring of dead roses
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| Soon it will rain blue landscapes
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| Leading us to suffocation
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| The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick
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| And legs of tin — Stonehenge tumbles
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| What about her? |
| The wages of sin
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| What about him? |
| Well, he’s getting closer
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| And what about the bells?
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| And what about the bells?
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| The clouds
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| Everyone is standing in boxes
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| Pulsating with the silver needles
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| I’ve got no name or box to stand in Leading me to suffocation
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| Give of fire from her throne
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| Belching cloak/Electra
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| Electra
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| What about her? |
| The wages of sin
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| What about him? |
| Well, he’s getting closer
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| And what about the bells?
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| And what about the bells?
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| The clouds
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| We were made to fill our shoes with clay
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| To sleep on river beds
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| I awoke/Electra descending
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| Mounts the bridal gown of Jocasta
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| Jocasta
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| Windows rattle with contempt
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| Peeling back a ring of dead roses
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| What about her? |
| The wages of sin
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| What about him? |
| Well, he’s getting closer
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| And what about the bells?
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| And what about the bells?
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| Nipples licking the clouds
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| The clouds
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| The clouds
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| The clouds |