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Song: Autoclave
Artist: The Mountain Goats
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Hand me your hand let me look in your eyes
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as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize
C B A G
maybe itâs the heat in here maybe itâs the pressure
F
you ought to head for the exits the sooner the better
C B A G
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
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And no in her right mind would make my home her home
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My heart is an autoclave
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My heart is an autoclave
When I try to open up to you I get completely lost
Houses swallowed by the earth windows thick with frost
And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn
And thereâs no light anywhere and nothing left to burn
And I am this great unstable mass of blood and foam
And no emotion thatâs worth having can call my heart its home
My hearts an autoclave
My hearts an autoclave
I dream't that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls
On a cliff above the ocean howling wind and shrieking seagulls
And the dream went on forever one single static frame
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no in her right mind would make her home my home
My heart is an autoclave
My heart is an autoclave
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