.Ode to joy, my lover boy's speaking in tongues
And the sky's bleeding gray
Now I pull my bag of prayers out
I hope to find one to save the day
And he judged my love, my lust, my taste
With the straightest face
As I crumple up inside a papier-mâché
A shell with no n.
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