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You want a lover who takes time over her looks
Not some stupid kid who's always wrapped up in her books
But can I help it if a sentence makes me cry?
And the pavement makes me cry
And the thought of you and I
Oh, just leave
There's nothing much I want to say
But close the door
You know how the atmosphere decays my bones
I feel the atoms on my skin
Oh, I feel the matter closing in
From my perch I see the universe as one
See the planets in their glory, slowly dancing with the sun
See my ancestors in monkey costumes fucking on the rocks
See the priestess and her brother and the farmer and his crops
All these sacred historie