| Can you see the line where the water ends?
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| Throws itself off into oblivion.
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| As sky goes so complacent
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| And then spits a little compassion.
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| Dusk approaches, the city’s carnivorous.
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| And devour everything but this mouth
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| Sings of this glorious fetus.
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| Tucked deep inside the rafts of blood.
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| Everywhere it seemed that there’s a memory.
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| Sometimes memories kill me.
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| As I travel the avenues of the streets
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| And shadowed alleys of this fucking city.
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| Everyday day it seem to love a little less.
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| Seem to love to chew on my calmness.
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| And drive me to the end of myself
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| Where he is.
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| Dispose of me.
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| You’re like a man without skin.
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| Everything he touches seems to hurt him.
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| And he says maybe I’m just a person.
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| But I’ll be for you if you let me.
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| All I want is animals to be free.
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| Run around and fuck right out in the street.
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| Every day they’re gonna wanna eat me.
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| But I’ll try not to take it personally.
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| And is there no love in this city?
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| Can someone have just a little pity?
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| You’re like a man without skin.
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| Everything that touches seems to hurt him.
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| And he says maybe I’m just a person.
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| But I’ll be for you if you let me
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| Just like a man without skin
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| Everything he sees seems to touch him
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| And he says that the one who watches over me
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| I’ll stand alone let god make a trade.
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| Come on, baby.
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| Penetrate me.
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| You go so deep,
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| So deep in me.
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| Is there no love in this city?
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| Could someone have just a little pity?
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| 'Cause we’re tucked deep inside the rafts of blood
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| You’re like a man without skin.
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| Everything that touches seems to hurt him.
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| And he says maybe I’m just a person.
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| But I’ll be for you if you let me.
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| Just like a man without skin,
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| Everything he sees seems to touch him.
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| And he says that the one who watches over me.
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| I’ll stand alone let god make a trade.
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| Penetrate me.
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| Penetrate me.
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| Can you see the line where the water ends?
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| Throws itself off into oblivion.
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| As the sky goes so complacent
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| Then spits a little compassion |