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3rd Jonquil... lucky, empty pill, torn-out page This connection is the friction we awaited Electric, broken ghost, she feels sick Frozen feel, little slumber's heartbeat, lifeless old street This criminals motive, subliminal notice, how was I supposed to know? And when I go to sleep the heart monitor never beeps when I'm in your trance I'd rather dance with you in my bed of blunt thistles Hypnosis T-shirt, he knows it might hurt The crumpled poems, does she know him like she used to? For you, he fights the cruel heroes, you've seen the worst in me Is this all I have to say, to say? This criminals motive, subliminal notice, how was I supposed to know? And when I go to sleep the heart monitor never beeps when I'm in your trance I'd rather dance with you in my bed of blunt thistles The devils at my doorstep but I won't let him in yet, I've got you to raise my chin And if it's all a dream and you're not quite what you seem well I'll sleep in vain This dream illuminates what you really mean to me It's time for me to leave, the tears upon my sleeve You were the one girl I believed, I believed, I believed
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