Dustine

Tuning: D# G# C# F# A# D# (half step down) 

Intro 
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My sister is a river and I'm a figurine 
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Made from the dust of my brother and midribs of maple leaves 
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Dad had clinics in dead malls. Dispensing destinies 
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Out on the knife of Virginia. Cutting Kentucky and Tennessee  

{Break 1} 
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My sister says there is a next life but no one I know will be there 
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I'll have seven senses and singing rings 
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Hallucination hydrangeas. Erupt in the reverse breeze 
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Men in these parts fenced their gardens with the skeletons of Cherokees  

{Break 2} 
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In bands of static. The cries of vile guys she'd find in dives and 
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Bring on back to the attic.  Meat to sate the howling shades that wait in 
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Tesseractic shadow. Dosed the wine and flash that awful smile and 
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The fear floods into their eyes 
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I don't feel right 
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I don't feel right  

{Break 3} 
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{Finale} 
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Deflecting hexes 
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The vengeful dead those scumbags wept and bled when 
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They look into my secret eyes 
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They'll rot on top of ziggurats for eons 
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And wake up next to strange wives 
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God, a girl her pearls dead worlds we're hurtling through 
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Days generated by rules 
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Written in dazzling rooms 
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Oh, every black hole sings the tune 
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I'm composing 
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Sad and lovely 
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And it's nothing 
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Really nothing 


Outro 
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