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Song: Autoclave Artist: The Mountain Goats C B A G X2
CHand me your Bhand let me lAook in your Geyes Cas my last chance to feel Bhuman beAgins to vaporGize Cmaybe it’s thBe heat in herAe maybe it’s Gthe pressure Fyou ought to head for the exits the sooner the better
CI BamA tGhis great, unstable mass of blood and foam CAnBd AnoG in her right mind would make my home her home FMy heart is an autoclave FMy heart is 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 anywhere and nothing left to burn And I am this great unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that’s worth having can call my heart its home My hearts an autoclave My hearts an autoclave I dream't 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 I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no in her right mind would make her home my home My heart is an autoclave My heart is an autoclave