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Down they spin, forks and knives
Precious lives
When the ship comes to rest

You can't catch me
Where I'm gonna fall
You can't catch me

Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

Erstwhile and estranged
I know I'm one in a long chain
I came to get my mini-bike returned

Oh, let me tell you all about my operation
Smile wide, scrub side, feet on the dash

This is the worst part
I could believe for all the world
That you were my precious little girl

If I called you on Sunday (I'll place a call)
Would you be there? (Will you be there?)
Could you spare me a Monday? (What should I wear?)

Is a six-sided hexagon
And they all get in a line and do
A dance called "The Nonagon"

thats where all the frightmares go
when the elephants die

When there was nothing to know or to think about
Except the sound of my mind
And the sound from outside

Lighting up your house like X-mas trees
As tears roll down, below your knees

Your face implodes at my experimental film
Yeah, you're all gonna be in this experimental film
And even though I can't explain it

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