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A sort of thanksgiving in miniature
A fucking-bloody-shit coming from hell

A sort of Turguêniev first love
A bottle of whisky from Cassady

My personal paradise between my eyes

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God is holding my head
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With the tip of the fingers yes
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You may think it's disguisting
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But it's carrying me where

A sort of frozen kiss in a box
Sent by a princess from her castle

A sort of Lewis Carroll's character
Or a new adventure from Sawyer

My personal paradise between my eyes

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God is holding my head
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With the tip of the fingers yes
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You may think it's disguisting
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But it's carrying me where

I can walk on eggshells
In a blue field
And use a chainsaw
To cut my fallen tree

I can walk on eggshells
In a blue field
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