| A man holds a Bible above his head
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| His blood rushes down with a shit-eating grin
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| He’s only hoping to be noticed
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| The teenagers buy berries on the corner
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| The juices drop down their middle fingers
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| They’re just lookin' to be looked over
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| Well, I’m passin' by the cathedral doors
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| It’s gorgeous inside whether or not you’re reborn
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| Wadin' in the wings, wild thoughts are everything
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| The mind is thinking of itself, how stunning?
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| The ripeness is rotting, the roughness is softening
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| Time is making strange maneuvers
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| A spectacle so theatrical
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| Person is fucking hisself over and over
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| How incessant, how unnerving
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| The shimmer of the heavens we are cursing
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| After wading all day in my kiddie pool brain
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| My last stitch is a ticket to a matinee
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| But my attention span is too broke to play
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| I can’t stop replaying my mistakes over and over
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| And over, and over, and over
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| Wadin' in the wings, wild thoughts are everything
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| The mind is thinking of itself, how stunning?
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| The ripeness is rotting, the roughness is softening
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| Time is making strange maneuvers
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| How incessant, how unnerving
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| The shimmer of the heavens we are cursing
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore
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| (Thank you)
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| Kurt called in the early morning
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| Just to remind me I’m already alright
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| Last night he read me a long list of words
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| To occupy my mind
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| And it worked, Kurty-bear
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| You bathe my brain like a baby sink
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| Please stay with yourself the way you stayed with me
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| I know of the vibrant pain
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| When the pitch of your crying is
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| Vibrating your vein
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| Like an already-taught string being tightened
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| But your mind is thinking of itself
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| Honey, isn’t that something else? |