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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 the 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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