| This is insulation for the night cold
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| A cigarette and a drink to lacquer over bones
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| You either kindle the blood or shiver yourself warm
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| And the precipice of joyous madness calls in me
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| Aren’t we ecstatic as we dance along it?
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| Blunting the time-sharpened edge of neuroses
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| Nullification, vivification
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| Tantamount powers at a stalemate in me
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| Aren’t we ecstatic as we all dance along it?
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| Our wet precipice
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| (Pour a drink and take a seat beside me)
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| To each their own perspective, each their own vice
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| And I’ve made up my mind
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| Pour up a drink, take a seat with me
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| And we’ll flood out everything
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| You need someone, and I give a fuck
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| So let’s give those demons wings
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| And regardless of the way that the pendulum swings
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| I’ve come to realise that it’s okay to believe
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| That life is nothing but a vertiginous dream
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| And that’s all I’ve ever wanted it to be
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| Breaking my own heart to feel the love
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| Like the love of one’s youth, that makes you jump and run
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| You either kindle the blood or shiver yourself warm
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| So bring it back, raise your voice, put your glass to your lips and drink
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| Aren’t we ecstatic as we all dance along it?
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| Our wet precipice
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| (Pour a drink and take a seat beside me)
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| To each their own perspective, each their own vice
|
| And I’ve made up my mind
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| Pour up a drink, take a seat with me
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| And we’ll flood out everything
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| You need someone, and I give a fuck
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| So let’s give those demons wings
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| You’re stronger than addiction
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| Stronger than even bereavement
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| My friend I’ve seen it
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| And our vigils, pickled in whiskey
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| Are preserved eternally in my enduring memory
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| Aren’t we ecstatic as we all dance along it?
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| Our wet precipice
|
| (Pour a drink and take a seat beside me)
|
| To each their own perspective, each their own vice
|
| And I’ve made up my mind
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| Pour up a drink, take a seat with me
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| And we’ll flood out everything
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| You need someone, and I give a fuck
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| So let’s give those demons wings
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| Kindle the blood or shiver yourself warm
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| Kindle the blood or shiver yourself warm |