Spin me around on a wagon wheel/ upside down tell me how it feels
Here are my lungs watch them collapse cement and bricks and your sinking
Faster now spin me faster, around
A butter knife to the jaw/ here's my arm eat it
Raw off the bone heavens not on my way home
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All the good boys try to say
That they'll wait for Sunday
He loves to be alone you love where lights are shown
Glitter bright, hot light, sleep tight you wont remember me
Unless you wake up, dreaming
Your words they carry on through me/ echoing like a story
This hearts its so lonely so cut the rope off of the tree
Faster now spin me faster around
I've got a box full of apologies collecting dust
Inside of my soul heavens not on my way home
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