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(I shall never no more if I posses worlds. Through space the universe
Ecompasses and swallows me up like an atom; by thought I
Comprehend the world.)
Hey Mister Paper
Better get your story straight
We're not from the 60's
And it's Sarah with an H
And, oh, sometimes
The way you see things
The way you read things
The way you see things
Hurts my heart
Oh, I fear
Somehow you'll find the need
To spit out my name
Like a watermelon seed
And, oh, sometimes
I think 'what am I doing?
This business of bleeding'
A dime for showing
My heart
Oh, twin moon
You are my twin moon
Take me up-sky
So I can kiss you
Drink your starlight
Light . . .
(You'll be all right, you'll get over it) (unsure)
(You'll be ok, you'll be all right)
(Unclear)
Oh, twin moon
You are my twin moon
Take me up-sky
So I can kiss you
Drink your start light
Light . . .
I want to show you
I want to show you
I want to show you
My heart
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