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Eleven - karaoke text

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Quit making faces at the one I loveThese errant tightropes that you're thinking ofCan't be undone the instant that they're setAbove this scorched and torrid hallowed ground orSo they say (in the city)So they say (in the sea)Set your watch (round the corner)While they bleedI heard a rumour that you lost your jobWas it just hearsay or of factual ground?This tightrope's set up, there's no going backTo sepiata and the plastic surgeons with (?)Pineapple cones bleaching your bonesPineapple cones bleaching your bonesPineapple cones...They came on the crest of a waveThe cusp of equinox todayThis pillar of sleep orbitedBy thousands of delicate thoughtsThese satellites fleeced at the doorComprised of the reason of yearsAs life flashes fitfully downThis spirit so fitfully drownsA signal is sent from the coreTo bring all the satellites homeHome, home...Just don't forget

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