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Destroyer, Suicide Demo For Kara Walker Lyrics

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Answer
Brown
paper
bag,
don't
stop
me
now,
I'm
on
a
roll
Plain
brown
wrapper
in
your
pocket
Is
it
still
the
invisible
man
you're
consorting
with,
woman?
Now
that
you
got
it
all
wrong
You
got
it
all
backwards,
girl
Enter
through
the
exit,
and
exit
through
the
entrance
when
you
can
Seen
you
consort
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with
your
invisible
manhole
Fool
child,
you're
never
gonna
make
it
New
York
City
just
wants
to
see
you
naked,
and
they
will
Though
they'd
never
say
so
Wise,
old,
black
and
dead
in
the
snow,
my
southern
sister
Sister
Sister,
was
the
name
of
the
band
Flesh
and
blood,
my
death
close
at
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hand
Sister,
this
is
not
about
me,
And
it's
not
about
you,
I
swear
No
hard
feelings,
nothing
personal
Soft
sculpture
rides
the
air
For
free
words,
words,
words...
Longings,
longings,
all
in
vain
Just
ask
vanity,
abandoned
out
in
the
rain
by
the
world
Another
proud
American
And
as
proud
Americans,
We
let
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it
slide
away
Harmless
little
negress,
you've
got
to
say,
"yes"
to
another
excess
Let's
go
for
a
ride
today
In
possession
of
eyes
that
say
In
possession
of
eyes
that
say
A
southern
bunkhouse,
blue
skies
up
above
A
kind
figure
of
feminine
grace
and
wit
passes
for
love
these
days
All
that
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slender
wristed,
white,
translucent
business
passes
for
love
these
days
Much
hailed
genius
passes
for
love
these
days
Four
more
years
Four
more
years
Four
hundred
more
years
of
this
shit,
fuck
it
I
look
up,
I
see
the
North
Star
I
look
up,
I
see
the
North
Star
When
I
look
up
at
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the
bar
through
these
tears
Four
white
pillars
Yankee
style
All
of
America
loves
to
light
his
pipes
All
of
America
live
to
light
his
pipe
at
night,
To
which
Dixie
responds,
"Free
me,"
And
then
washes
his
sashes,
again
"Maybe
or
maybe
not
fast
forward,"
she
said
"Maybe
once
the
seed
is
sown,
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fast
forward,"
she
said
"Don't
talk
about
the
South,"
she
said
It's
not
you,
it's
nothing
personal,
No
hard
feelings,
nothing's
there
Soft
sculpture
rides
hard
on
the
air
Now
that
you
got
it
all
wrong
You
got
it
all
backwards,
girl
Enter
through
the
exit,
and
exit
through
the
entrance
when
you
can...
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