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Life inside the music box ain't easy.
The mallets hit the gears are always turning,
and everyone inside the mechanism is yearning to get out.
And sing another melody completely.
So different from the one they're always singing.
I close my eyes and think that i have found me,
but then I feel mortality surround me.
I want to sing another melody.
so different from the one I always sing.
But when I do the dishes

I run the water very, very, very hot.
And then I fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
And then I send all the bottle caps I own a float
And its the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
And then I slip my hands in and start to make waves
And then I dip my tongue in and take a taste
It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap
and then I lower in my hole mouth in and take a gulp

and start to feel mortality surround me
I close my eyes and think I've found me
but life inside the music box ain't easy
the mallets hit the gears are always turning
and everyone inside the mechanism
is yearning, to get out
and sing another melody completely
is yearning, to get out
is yearning, to get out
is yearning, to get out