| I think you used to be a horse
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| I can see it in your teeth
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| And I used to be your rider
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| Cause I always needed a strong sturdy back and a handful of mane and to
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| converse, or maybe just listen
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| I think you used to be El Burro
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| Cause I can see it in your shoulders
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| And I used to be the water
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| Cause I always kept you from getting across
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| Still you drink from my breast
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| The dynamic was sickening
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| How we never change
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| In this reincarnate life
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| We’re still selfish and lame, lame, lame
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| Did you used to be in love?
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| Say did you used to be in love?
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| Because you smell like stale saliva
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| And did you believe in God?
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| Because your eyes are fixed on a crack in the sky like you’re patient and
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| waiting for some kind of sign
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| I think you used to be a wise man
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| Because you smell like an old book
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| But then again you’re pretty dumb child
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| If your fingers are pages they’re plump and quite new like they’ve never been
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| ripped at the corners
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| For love, sweet love, made to music, sweet music
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| In mud, thick mud, where we all came from
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| And I don’t need to change to make the same mistakes
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| And we do it cause its innate
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| We do it because we can
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| (What are you? What are you?)
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| I think you used to be tortoise
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| The kind you can’t bring home to mom
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| Because you use your exoskeleton like
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| A hotel for scum bags, a Lucky-U Inn
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| Step right up boys for a peek at some skin
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| I think you used to be a bottle
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| The kind that I couldn’t put down
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| I think I used to know you well, share some tales
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| Listen and smile while I talk to myself
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| Suck you till my belly was filled
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| With love, sweet love, we made like bums on drugs
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| And we sang «Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na»
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| Like it was the motherfucking end of the world
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| Axe falls because I lied again
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| A crack opens there’s light again
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| Legs open there’s a babies head
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| Life spills out to try again
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| Dropped into this body, expected to succeed
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| Repeating the same actions, expecting new results
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| I used to be an optimist, now I am a liar (Dropped into these bodies and
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| expected to succeed)
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| I used to be a solution, now I am the fire! |
| (Repeating the same actions and
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| expecting new results)
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| Repeat! |
| Repeat! |
| Repeat! |
| Repeat!
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| And I begin again… |