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Let Prometheus Eat the Heart
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Sappy Times I don't want your body
I want your heart
I want a gallon of blood
And a pint of beer
And memories of us forever
To keep me company
When I'm lonely,
I don't need to get off
But I want to get hooked
On the drugs you provide
From simply showing up
To take part in this play
About me living life,
I want there to be a reason
For waking in the morning
And why I should go to sleep early
If only for eggs and bacon,
I want it all
I want you
And us to be happy,
I want for the sun
To blow the fuck up
And send our souls shooting off
Like some kind of
Devil driven rocket
Kissed by love,
Maybe for us to
Be more quite than a mouse
Pissing on cotton
Than us to get bored
In conversation,
People are Interesting
But not all the time
I want us to eat each other
