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Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make my home her home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn And there's no light anymore and nothing left to burn I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls And the dream went on forever, one single static frame Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make her home my home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave
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