Le Petite Mort
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Do these lyrics speak of death or sex to you?cross the street from your storefront cemetaryhear me hailing from inside and realizei am the conscience clearin pain or ecstacyand we were all weaned my dearupon the same fatiguestaring at the sunoh my own voicecannot save me nowstanding in the seait's justone more breathand thendown i goyour mouth is open widethe lover is insideand all the tumults donecollided with the signyou're staring at the sunyou're standing in the seayour body's over menote the trees becausethe dirt is temporarymore to mine than fact facename and monetarybe what you willand then thrown down your lifeoh it's a damned fine gameand we can play all nightbeat the skins and let theloose lips kiss you cleanquietly pour out like lightlike light, like answering the sunyou're staring at the sunyou're standing in the seayour mouth is open wideyou're trying hard to breathethe water's at your neckthere's lightning in your teethyour body's over me
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