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From John Frusciante's album: Niandra Lades & Usually Just A T-Shirt

There^,s a belt of sun dripping through a porthole
In a set design
Can you read your name?
It^,s been so long since we blew from the inside
So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge
Of the world under an ugly sky
You^,ve been lying by
But they meant you, dance under the moonlight
Do what you think is the sum
Of the flesh and blood
Above there^,s small birds gone to trembling
In for thousands of your years

Voice 1: You felt like crystal in your thighs
Voice 2: You get four red candles
Voice 2: On the table with your penis by your eyes
Voice 1: You^,re the one that makes me realize
Voice 1: Big water flowing through to tomorrow
Voice 2: Through to your vacation
Voice 1: Apples and cake must have been your stake
Voice 2: ? (something about "a gallon of wine") but the smile you send in my direction
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Both: Makes me feel like I^,m alive
Voice 1: You^,re hidden by your wooden legs
Voice 2: You^,re my kind, You^,re my kind
Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life
Voice 1: Stay here in down at the world^,s edge, for a time
Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you^,re alive, wrapping your ties
Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have bittenyour snake,
your little guy
Voice 1: I^,ve been insane well the time is slow
Voice 2: I^,ve been to a society where you can^,t see yourself and you can^,t feel sunshine
Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won^,t you come along? It^,s all gone to
the top of yourself. You^,ll always be alone.
Voice 1: The Pope don^,t matter when the pawn is your sea, don^,t you agree?
Voice 2: I like you in my love, makes me feel good just to know I can love someone like you.
They^,ll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see the tears coming you close your eyes.
To you I^,m sure it^,s no surprise that I could be one of the dead.
Thank god my underwear^,s full of lead without you. Without you.
Voice 1: When you^,re around I^,m wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun.
All your different delights are one big fight against thebaby inside that you^,ve mistaken for pain
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