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Well, Benjamin
You crashed your plane again
A beautiful tailspin
It was going to happen soon enough
The only question was when
'Cause I could smell the flames
Just sleeping on your skin

And I love you for the things you do
And I don't care who you do them to
You can wrap your stupid suffering around me
Because I thought it out, in the time I've got
And I don't care if I drown or not
I just want to crash into that same cold sea

On an airport "USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen
You write, "These people are like skeletons
Wrapped up in perfumed skin"
And it's such a stupid sentiment
But write it once again
Let your anger fill the margin
And I'll kiss your shaking hand.

'Cause I love you for the things you see
And I don't mind if you see me
With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes
As obscene
You're right in ways that you don't know
And you're untouched by the undertow
All that speed and anger burns your body clean

And I love you for the things you feel
So thoroughly that they turn real
As the sea comes rushing toward us
Dark and cold
And your rowmate, this nonentity
As the screams and salt sea smother me
Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold

But now the landing gear is starting to unfold
The captain points the runway out below
Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold
And where you're going, down there
I don't know
Well, Benjamin   You crashed your plane again   A beautiful tailspin   It was going to happen soon enough   The only question was when   'Cause I could smell the flames   Just sleeping on your skin      And I love you for the things you do   And I don't care who you do them to   You can wrap your stupid suffering around me   Because I thought it out, in the time I've got   And I don't care if I drown or not   I just want to crash into that same cold sea      On an airport "USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen   You write, "These people are like skeletons   Wrapped up in perfumed skin"   And it's such a stupid sentiment   But write it once again   Let your anger fill the margin   And I'll kiss your shaking hand.       'Cause I love you for the things you see   And I don't mind if you see me   With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes   As obscene   You're right in ways that you don't know   And you're untouched by the undertow   All that speed and anger burns your body clean      And I love you for the things you feel   So thoroughly that they turn real   As the sea comes rushing toward us   Dark and cold   And your rowmate, this nonentity   As the screams and salt sea smother me   Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold      But now the landing gear is starting to unfold   The captain points the runway out below   Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold   And where you're going, down there   I don't know
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