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Stop right there
I feel it in my hair
The slowing down of time
when we're on the island
Drink me up
A vessel, buttercup
They say the colours shine
if you really like it
Take me down
to where the sailors drown
and all the waves build tombs
with their electric rooms
Dark black cloud,
please come and be my shroud
This little moth's gone blind, pressed against the neon
Mad but soft,
ready now to sit and watch
red marquees and argyle ties
crash into their deathbeds
No more kids
to prove that we're convinced
that there's a nice, safe room
without a poison bloom
and we've been so ambitious
and we make laws that kill
without a voice of reason
without a breath at all
If you wanna feel bad, then hang back
but if you're only kinda sad, join the pack
Oh, pray for sudden rain
Oh, might not win again
Stop right there
Stop right there
I feel it now
I'm feeling down
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