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My brain makes drugs to keep me slow A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh But now, not even the Masons know What drug will keep night from coming There are so many tools that are made for my hands But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand And there's always someone to say it's easy for me But I revenged myself all over myself There's nothing you can say to me You never held it at the right angle You never held it at the right angle Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star And wash your hands of it Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star Because you can't hold it Did it poison my food? Is it 'cause I'm a girl? If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me "a miracle"? I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more Swallowed, waist-deep in the gore of the forest A boreal feast, let it finish me, please 'Cause I revenged myself all over myself There's nothing you could do to me You never held it at the right angle You never held it at the right angle Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star But wash your hands of it Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star Because you can't own it You never held it at the right angle You never held it at the right angle (You never held it) (You never held it) (You never held it) (You never held it...) |