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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
decomposed
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
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  decomposed  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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