| Look up and what do you see? |
| All of you and all of me
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| Fluorescent and starry, some of them, they surprise
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| The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m, this letter
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| Fields of poppies, little pearls all the boys and all the girls
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| Sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary
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| I said your name, I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
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| Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
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| Dreaming of Maria Callas, whoever she is
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| This fame thing, I don't get it
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| I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
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| Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
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| I can take you far, this star thing, I don't get it
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| Will you live to 83? |
| Will you ever welcome me?
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| Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
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| Smoke it, drink, here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood
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| These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
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| Phone, eat it, drink, just another chink
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| Cuts and dents, they catch the light
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| Aluminum, the weakest link
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| I don't want to disappoint you, I'm not here to anoint you
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| I would lick your feet, but is that the sickest move?
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| I wear my own crown of sadness and sorrow
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| And who'd have thought tomorrow would be so strange?
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| My loss, and here we go again
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over
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| Look up and what do you see?
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| All of you and all of me, florescent and starry
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| And some of them, they surprise
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| I can't look it in the eyes, seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
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| Cherry-flavored neck and collar
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| I can smell the sorrow on your breath
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| The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear
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| I got it
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| I'll take you over, there
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| It tastes like fear, takes us near
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| Over, over, over, over, over, over, over, over |