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The Museum

In and out and in and out

 

He talks like a dead radio

The years are skin and bone

The chalk outline beat faster

Than the blades of the helicopters

 

But in and out and in and out

Taking in the ****

Suffocating the starfish

No exit from this route

 

The twilight folk are breathing

In and out and in and out

 

I discovered on the spiderweb

When the noon sun kicked me out of bed

Let Winter beat back Spring

So the bees and spiders stay asleep

 

Nobody's gonna talk me out of this

But I wish they'd try

Push the pills into my mouth

Only waking up surprised

 

I'd rather be sleeping next to you

With my cracked lips painted blue

In and out and in and out

Taking in the ****

It's better not to live through this

 

In and out and in and out

The cradle is rocking endlessly

Till the babe inside gets dizzy

In and out and in and out

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Mar 12, 2014
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