Janey came back from the stand, smiling With the writing of Kafka in hand And a bunny in a can Slipping and sliding You feel yourself asking her Why would you want me to try Squeezing your wrist and shes pulling you closer Down where the devils are dying with laughter Then led to a place where theres no form of pleasure She blows you a kiss from her lips Shes your baby Shes your baby Shes your baby Those below us can not be renounced Cause theyre talking And for once I wish theyd shut up their mouths Lock their doors and stay in the house And while youre inside there You might want to question the fact That youre not quite the same And look to the room where shes keeping so quiet A million layers of crust and deposit Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons You told her that this was for good Shes your baby Shes your baby Shes your baby
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