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I circle your heart
Like I circle the world
But I never touch down
'Cause I grew and grew and couldn't leave there
Solitary guy
You need professional help
You put too much in your mouth
I'm gonna leave you, leave you, leave you out
Into the womb of chance
My cemetery heart
You know they close at six
And then the dead are locked in
To be with you and you and you and I
I hope their eyes are closed
Beautiful girl
We spin around and around
You are the answer to me
You know I knew, I knew, I knew you would be
Into the bureau she rambles
Tethered by the headphones
And then she calls on her new biz
You, oh you
And you are not what you do
Who do you trust?
A little spider or me?
Which would you crush and afraid?
The one you knew or just the one that loved you?
It's in the palm of your hand
A little papery heart
A crumpled throwaway bird
A bird that flew and flew and flew and flew
About a parasol
About a parasol
About a parasol
About a parasol
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