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Blueberry floating in a Cheerio,
You're everything I ever wanted.
I'm tuning into my own radio,
Your frequency sufficiently haunted.
Green are the eyes, and you see them,
So I must oblige you to not look into them
Or I'll never stop crying.
It is said that the hunted belong to the knife,
But I know that the darkness
Is but a lack of light.
Blueberry floating in a Cheerio,
You're everything I ever wanted.
I'm tuning into my own radio,
Your frequency sufficiently haunted.
Woe is the child that's born learning
That he must deny or expel all his longing,
Cause he'll never stop trying.
And I know that the orchard belongs to the wife,
So I tell you I love you
Before both of us die.
Blueberry floating in a Cheerio,
You're everything I ever wanted.
My heart is broken on a cherry stone.
I'm haunting you because you want it.
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there i go again,
playing piano in the darkness
i don’t wonder if it hurts you anymore
giving it to god
shes the one you can hold onto
heaven knows you’re much less busy than before
you just say the word
membering a ghost
getting off in california
everybody there’s on confidence, insured
married at 19
to a muggle with a gold tooth
anybody’s better now than being cold
you just say the word
ooh, ladybug
ooh, litterbug
you just say the word…
you just say the word and i’ll come running
you just say the word
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In the sedentary night, I unbutton my own blouse
And allow my breast to peek out
from the gap in my lapel
Cause I know you'll hear this someday
so I'm traveling through time
to plant this salty secret
in your mind
I'm on my way down
I'm almost there now
When I can't get it I will give it to myself
I'm on my way down
I'm an unbridled force of nature with a bitter pill with time
and a snaggletooth that
complicates my smile
but the sleepy grin you give me
when you whisper "it's alright"
makes it worth the wisdom teeth
i sacrifice
I'm on my way down
I'm almost there now
When I can't get it I will give it to myself
I'm almost there now
It's alright, it's alright, I'd forgotten it's alright
There is a ghost of indecision and I'm grateful when it hides
wouldn't be here in my own skin
had it materialized
I can conjure pain from nothing
summon pleasure on a dime
so excuse me
while I juice it while it's ripe
I'm on my way down
I'm almost there now
When I can't get it I will give it to myself
I'm on my way down
It's alright, it's alright, I'd forgotten it's alright
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Out on the rock I make friends with the bees.
They know me, they know me.
They were there on the day that I came from the sea,
Human, holy.
And they kissed my new legs
As I sunned on the sand and stood up for the first time.
They led me to youj
To indoctrinate me in the ways of the land.
"You're invited," you said.
So we go on a vision quest that you lead,
We walk through the house where your home used to be.
The drawer in the desk holds all number of things,
Like the old pewter box with your son's baby teeth,
The old pewter box with your son's baby teeth.
And poor Candradasa's sequestered upstairs.
He wants it, he wants it.
But I wear his cloak and I keep him right here,
He warms me, he warms me.
This is why I dried out;
To be cloaked, learn a language, to kiss and make love,
Still I miss the water,
My secret, my choice, and all manner of anchors...
"Let me show you," I said.
So we go on a vision quest that I lead,
We swim through the cove where my home used to be.
There's no pewter box, no we have no such thing,
Cause where I come from, we don't grow baby teeth,
No, where I come from, we don't grow baby teeth.
Where do I build my house now?
Oh I know where to build my house now.
So come for a visit, get kissed by the bees,
For I've built my home on the shore of the sea.
Cause where I've come from's not where I'm meant to be,
But I'll do my best to cut my baby teeth,
I’ll build me a box for my own baby teeth.
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