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I saw a hologram at the theme She looked as real as me the white fog Then she melted to her ankles into a million watt candle If I knew where she went, I follow
Walking through the of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of flat on the bench, by the roller coaster
Dreamt I was riding on a Lion of Judah painted on the
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Life's a wash, a pastoral play China shops and cold towers I and I make toast to the Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she in a slow bang All through the house, the smell of burnt sage Let's make it and run out the spirits I a diving bell when I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling but keeping my distance On all fours, she's so insistent Fills my mouth with jump and slit wrists Bust the firewall into heaven
And I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses falling the sky
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