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    I could break free from the
    wood of a coffin
    if I need
    But nothin's hard as
    Gettin' free from places
    I've already been

    I've been waste-deep
    in the burnin' meadows
    of my mind
    In the engine
    In cold December
    shootin' fire from the hose

    Now turn off your lights
    'cause I'm not comin' home
    'til I'm delivered for the first time

    I was first-born to a parade
    that follows in rows
    down a narrow cold black river
    faceless shadows
    movin' slow

    I would move swift when
    the sounds of a trumpet would blow
    I've been the puppet
    I've been the strings
    I know the vacant face it brings

    Now the bells of curfew
    They may ring before I'm through
    But soon
    I'll be delivered for the first time

    You might keep clean
    in the back of an angel motorcade
    It doesn't matter who walks in
    you know, the joke is still the same
    You'll just wake up
    like a disposable lover
    I've been gone
    I've been remembered
    I've been alive
    I've been a ghost

    So now, if downtown explodes
    I'll still be on this road
    'til I'm delivered for the first time

    I have drawn blood
    from the neckline
    when vampires were in fashion
    You know I'd even learn
    to cut my throat
    If I thought I could fit in

    'Cause I, I once heard
    that you gotta learn
    how to blend in to this mess
    Where nothin's hard
    nothin's precious
    and nothin's smooth or flawless

    Now, no more amused
    just screaming to be delivered
    for the first time

    Now I'm 10 miles in the deep
    and mighty blue sea
    Looking back, towards a long white beach
    burnin' up into yellow flames

    And I just wave back
    like a little boy up on a pony
    in a show
    'cause I can't fix
    something this complex
    any more than I can build a rose

    So just keep on letting go
    'cause I must be close
    to being delivered for the first time

    Now I'd rather bleed out
    a long stream from being lonely
    and feel blessed
    Well than drown, laying face down
    in a puddle of respect
    I was once lost
    in the corridors of the arena
    in blindfolds
    I've been the bull
    I've been the whip
    I just pulled down the matador

    So now, turn on your lights
    'cause I'm comin' home
    I've been delivered for the first time

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