Choreogradialogue Lyrics - Dead Hot Workshop

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Steam pours from open sores
Fixed bayonets make room for your newborn child
The world is wild in anticipation
It can't wait for him to grow like a weed into fresh meat

Boy grows into the man slowly cut like glass in hand
Made from every grain of sand that washed upon Mosquito Coast
If I only need what's washed upon the shore
I'm sure to die a happy man
No what I'm living for

I see no match for the sun
No more than a shadow
Knelt down and meet your maker
That's what you believed

Last call for alcohol
That's okay, I'm face down
Sorry if I'm boring yo

But I'm up with the sun trying to make sense of what comes back to me
What gets away

Call off your dogs if you recognize my face
Cuz baby I'm a friend of a friend
And you owe him a favor

I see no match for the sun
No more than a shadow
Knelt down and meet your maker
That's what you believed

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Can't make sense of what comes back to him
The world is much wider than I was lead to believe

Call off your dogs if you recognize my face
Cuz baby I'm a friend of a friend
And you owe him a favor

I see no match for the sun
No more than a shadow
Knelt down and meet your maker
That's what you believed

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