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Strong, I want to be strong
Impossibly longed for, and adored universally
Stars I want to reach, tear a piece of each
Out to keep for me, close
But you were one of us
Feel your boiling blood, truly caustic stuff
All completely fucked
Heaven, heavily, still weighs in your memory
So drag out what destiny dares to contain from me now

We are poached
Jawbone to jawbone
Roll on the gates of heaven
Here come the days of gold
Let heavy hands land
We get good, we get goddamned
Make our last gasps last, throw hard our final throws

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Oh, and we can dance
Like our dads did
Thumbs, fists and hips twisting
Like there's some heavy, hideous
Invisible thing we're wrestling with
And we can sleep like babies
Resting on soft skulls
In unfamiliar places
Then we wake up
And feast like animals

Another cold white sun
Rising on another right, right
Royal shit fight
So death to good old days
End of blessed times
Black-eyed ballet here
Almost every night
Your dance partner
Makes it harder, makes it impossible
Makes that known
Always present, never seen
Makes us clean
We just empty in shallows
So we go

Jawbone to jawbone
Roll on the gates of heaven
Here come the days of gold
This vulgar thing we love so much
It's burned into our consciousness
It's all I ever want to talk about

Like our dads did
Ill fate and skin itching
Like there's some slick insidious thing
That is piercing it from within
And still we sleep like babies
Resting on soft skulls
In unfamiliar places
And we wake up
And feast like animals

So let's go
Jawbone to jawbone
Roll on the gates of heaven
Here come the days of gold
And we cast ourselves as acts of God
As great natural forces
All indifferent and thoughtless
Painful, dangerous and gorgeous

And we dance
Like our dads did
Thumbs, fists and hips twisting
Like there's some heavy, hideous
Invisible thing we're wrestling with
And then we sleep like babies
Resting on soft skulls
In unfamiliar places
Then we wake up
And we wake up

Writer(s): Phoebe Janet Cross, Richard Lee Mandell, Myles Mccabe

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