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All of your debtsThat blow to me like harmonizing trumpetsThen fall so ugly on all of meHow much harm will the harmonizing be?As you take away from meAll of my netsWhere all your silverfishUsed to come right inI wish you'd let them come againNot bellied up or smelling of the sinThat you're proudly musking of withAll your regretsJune againThe milk times tenFor I have two new mothersGiving birth to all the menMy brothers who will molt to othersI'm a thief in the prime of lifeA belief that the summer is my knifeA pine tree straighter than a mascara applicatorBristling and whistling through the needlesYour eyelashes are like needlesHow they brown when the sun comes downAnd the heat just rises through the needlesSongtexteYour eyelashes are like needlesUp so tall where a dead phone callPumps through the wires, through the needlesYour eyelashes are like needlesYour eyelashes are likeAll of your debts Aus Songtexte Mania