Skin Is, My - Live

My skin is white as parchment
 Drier than a downtown office building
 Where the air is tight
 There's time spent, resting on her bones
 Waiting for the telephones to ring
 Ba-ring, ba-ring, ba-ring, ba-ring
 Ba-ring, ba-ring, ba-ring
 Ba-ring, ba-ring, ba-ring
 My skin is cold as her toes
 On the bathroom floor
 Run back to bed and slam the door
 Oh, what a lovely...
 Oh, how it shakes the...
 Oh, what a lovely
 Oh, what a lovely skin
 Is my, that's the only thing
 That doesn't really fly in my land
 And love, oh, love
 Is my, love is
 That's the only thing that
 Butterfly in Thailand
 Let it be printed on every T-shirt in this land
 On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands
 On bolder letters than the capital I
 It's the only thing, it's the only thing
 It's the only lonely, lonely, lonely
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 My skin is white as parchment
 Drier than a downtown office building
 Where the air is tight
 There's time spent waiting for that
 Macrame bird of prey
 To come down and sing
 La-ling, la-ling, la-ling, la-ling
 La-ling, la-ling, la-ling
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la
 What a lovely sound
 How it shakes the ground
 Oh, what a lovely sound
 Oh, what a lovely
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 Oh, what a lovely...
 Sound...