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tonight we were all swimming in blood
twisted catbodys flew over the streets
i close my window got ants in my feet

a loose grip for the one with good shoes
i got lucky
pale corpses falling from a big blue sky
i got no place to be
ive got no place to sleep tonight

the grass is greaner up there
it grows everywhere

we take long walks
do wacko-space-talks
and we'll talk to luna allright
though she cant hold on for me
I took the wrong side of her lunity