| Sucking on a tap that never dries
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| Could you take it right between your eyes?
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| Bending blood, bending blood
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| The father stood, the father’s hood
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| Black shadow on an acid bird that etched
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| Her way across a field so long ago
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| Walking through the fields in summer heat
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| Look at all the creatures 'round your feet
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| Pumping blood, pumping blood
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| The mother gave, the mother gave
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| White ointment of an acid kiss that
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| Burned upon the lips she gave you
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| So long ago, so long ago
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| Fun in the sun, luck in the bloodstream
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| Shallow bodies writhing on the grass
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| Fun in the sun, hair in the slipstream
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| Tadpoles shooting through a hollowed glass
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| Cutting out a silhouette of dreams
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| Everything is older than it seems
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| Son of blood, son of blood
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| The baby shakes the baby snakes
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| That crawl across the acid rings that
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| Flicker from your corpuscles
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| One sunny day, one sunny day
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| Fun in the sun, everyone knows it
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| They could be as mellow as the hay
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| Fun in the sun, everyone blows it
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| They grow up and instantly turn gray
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| Black shadow of an acid bird that etched |
| Its way across a field
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| So long ago, so long ago |