I lost the fur off my body, lost the thumb off my foot but I thought love was just a physical thing Since I met my lover, the things we have discovered every time we touch, it's too much So on this pseudo psycho techno metro Avogadro numero kind of night I betcha since I metcha I might be able to getcha to show me some of your light Lay me down in fields of grain Pour your water over me The tree lives in the seed I will come to you in time
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