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Forget yourself, you only wanna be alone
You bought the shelf, you're living like a dusty bone
Gas is high tonight and all the horses flown
And it's all sewn together this time
And it's all sewn together this time
Suit yourself, you're dressing for another time
Rotten bell is hanging from a dusty vine
Blue and silver shards of broken candle light
And it's all sewn together this time
And it's all sewn together this time
Watch my fall, step on my head again
I just took all the rest of the medicine
I pay myself tonight so I can be my friend
And it's all sewn together this time
And it's all sewn together this time
Blue and silver shards of broken candle light
And it's all sewn together this time
And it's all sewn together this time
And it's all sewn together this time
And it's all sewn together this time
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This diamond flow I hear, this shiny hole I wear
This broken rock we breathe was once a lifeless square
We welcome you to here, it isn't so I fear
We wouldn't want to stay another perfect day
Vines break the stone and they twist around everyone
Blanket of weeds
Signs stand alone and they don't point for anyone
Blanket of weeds
To walk across this field, this diamond field of seeds
They break and block the sun across a dying sea
The warming of the stone, the blood begins to freeze
The diamond dust it turns and floats upon the sea
Vines break the stone and they twist around everyone
Blanket of weeds
Signs stand alone and they don't point for anyone
Blanket of weeds
This diamond flow I hear, it isn't so I fear
We wouldn't want to spoil another perfect year
Vines break the stone and they twist around everyone
Blanket of weeds
Signs stand alone and they don't point for anyone
Blanket of weeds
Vines break the stone and they twist around everyone
Blanket of weeds
Signs stand alone and they don't point for anyone
Blanket of weeds
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I'm not you no matter what you do
No matter what you see I'll always be a chimpanzee
You're not me no matter what you see
The things I say and do should be of no concern to you
The time-wire is bending in spaces unending
In lights array
In black-silver lining the blood rose is timing
Its charmed decay
I'm not you no matter what you do
No matter what you see I'll always be the other me
If frogs fell from the air I'd have to say I didn't care
I'd have to put them down and move off to some frog less ground
The time-wire is bending in spaces unending
In lights array
In black-silver lining the blood rose is timing
Its charmed decay
I'm not you no matter what you do
No matter what you see I'll always be the other me
You're not me no matter what you do
The things I say and do should be of no concern to you
Time-wire is bending in spaces unending
In lights array
In black-silver lining the blood rose is timing
Its charmed decay
The time-wire is bending in spaces unending
In lights array
In black-silver lining the blood rose is timing
Its charmed decay
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Between the black and the gray there is only the rage
Of the waterfall dream
And the shadows that play in the roaring cascade
Will not stay in the stream
Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings
Flying is always the same
We'll fly off together, I'll love you forever
For now forever's to blame
In the cavern of night where the river of thirst
Runs its terrible course
Burns a crystal black flame in the cold silver eyes
Of a sapphire blue horse
Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings
Flying is always the same
We'll fly off together, I'll love you forever
For now forever's to blame
In the cavern of night where the river of thirst
Runs its terrible course
Burns a crystal black flame in the cold silver eyes
Of a sapphire blue horse
Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings
Flying is always the same
We'll fly off together, I'll love you forever
For now forever's to blame
Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings
Flying is always the same
We'll fly off together, I'll love you forever
For now forever's to blame
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There seemed to be a buzzing in the air
The barnyard creatures settled off to bed
All at once they heard the sound
Soft vibration filled the ground
Now it came as they were sleeping
Now the magic science knife
Is cutting up the molecules of gold
Now the magic scientists
Patching up the fabric of the soul
A slip of the coil
Printed them, stacked them on a shelf
And lined them up imprinted on a page
Printed there in paper news
The farm reports became untrue
Now it came as they were sleeping
Now the magic science knife
Is cutting up the molecules of gold
Now the magic scientists
Patching up the fabric of the soul
A slip of the coil
The perfect sheep can fly a fancy plane
It's counterpart prepares a perfect meal
The luxury of DNA
Has given them their hands and brains
And appetites for wine and chocolate
Now the magic science knife
Is cutting up the molecules of gold
Now the magic scientists
Are patching up the fabric of the soul
A slip of the coil
Now the magic science knife
Is cutting up the molecules of gold
Now the magic scientists
Are patching up the fabric of the soul
A slip of the coil, slip of the coil
Slip of the coil, slip of the coil
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This is the story of the history of night
From the beginnin' it has never seen the light
It takes a while to never understand
And holds the gift of darkness in it's hand
This is the story of a monkey and the snake
The monkey hit that sucker with a rake
The snake then bit the monkey on the hand
And now the monkey's singin' in a band
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