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The Primitives

Forget your family son

Face on the clock, your foreign body

The ship is just a frame

Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and painYou wonder how it should be

You wonder how it should go

Then deny no loathsome thing

Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion

Swing

Forget your yesterday son

Face on the clock, your foreign body

The ship is just a frame

Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain

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