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How should I wear my teeth?
And I color my cheeks?
Where should I promise these?
Oh the organs of my rib cage
Gotta give it all up to you, man
Gotta give it all up to you, man
Gotta give it all up to you, man
Oh this is all for you, man
See I came out of your body
I was attached to your spine
I was a piece of your rib cage
I made the apple for your
Wandering eye
So this is all for you
I am a fraction of
I am subtracted from
I am you, your
Your derivation
I am the absence of
I am the great big hole
I am the sin dark dove
I am the dust-wrought
Second one
So it's all for you
Oh I'm all for you
He said:
"Welcome to the garden
Oh, this is where you'll pass your time
You are here a variation
You are here a derivation
So you make the most out of being
Second in line
You are derivative, you are
Derivative, you are
Derivative
You are derivative"