You shudder when I crawl by
You suffer my smile
Robuckles that I have killed
Adorn the windowsill
I offer you these hands
To do your simple plans
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
And sometimes when you cycle by
The pit dog in me smiles
I shudder but salivate
We keep the things we hate
Because I am your perfumed work
I am the pets you hurt
Sad winter and restless spring
And I am born again
Like a flower in the dirt
We'll split this concrete world
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
Like falling planes
And sometimes when you cycle by
The pit dog in me smiles
I offer you these hands
To do your simple plans
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