| Now everywhere I see is brown
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| Dirt and dust, dry rocks and mountains
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| Stockholm Syndrome, blistered mouth
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| Planet’s bare and nothing’s sprouting
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| Since you let go of my hand
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| I’m crying tears of sand
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| I’m surprised to see you wake
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| And more surprised to hear you saying
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| «I'll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
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| At night, go hand in hand
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| Kick up dust across the badlands
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| I’ll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
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| Now that you’ve grown on me
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| I won’t let you down again»
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| Everything I see is black
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| Houses, churches, charred from fire
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| Capgras syndrome, who are y’all?
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| Slept all night, despair can call
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| Final tear drop filled your eye
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| Down your cheek, hung from your chin
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| Broke your curse when it hit the ground
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| That’s when you spoke again
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| «I'll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
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| At night, go hand in hand
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| Kick up dust across the badlands
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| I’ll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
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| Now that you’ve grown on me
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| I won’t let you down again»
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| Depersonalization
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| Sexual levitation
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| Acid precipitation
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| Electro ejaculation
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| Time passes wildly, time passes blind
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| And rivers, they don’t know which way to flow when they’re dry
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| Stars still spin, reeling, confused with our love
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| Only death is truly sure from above
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| Now everything I see is stained
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| Gnashing teeth, tormented brain
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| Cotard syndrome, died of thirst
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| You’re not me, I was her first |