From the recording Gregorian Nap

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You can’t see all of the time
There’s blood in your eyes
Your three teeth collide

You can’t drive all through the night
The street’s full of spies
They’re ghosts in disguise

You can’t breathe inside your mind
I’ll swim through your thighs
I’ll steal you alive

You can’t be wrong all the time
This face isn’t mine
I slip through the night

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