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Strays (Album Version)
05:20
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She got the way
To fool me
And I slide to the bottom
Of her dreams
Even the strays
Were binding
They suffer for the problems
Of their needs
Don't change your mind
Over matter
Don't change your mind
Over matter
Complete the days
Of hiding
Harrow every vision
She believed
Something so strange
Is divining
She sacrificed a reason
To be free
Don't change your mind
Over matter
Don't change your mind
Over matter
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Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
Riddle me this
Flinch stitcheing
Aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
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Your touching the daylight with a sideways destiny
The echoes of lovers' sighs fill your slippery daydreams
All their features are fiction
Your recalcitrant heart needs some haunted circumstance
A moment apart from the wounded ways of chance
All its features are fiction
Lavished attention on different dimensions and just anomalies
Within your own vision your sincerity is hard to see
All your features are fiction
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Sleepy hollow
Waiting for the dark
Sleepy shadow
Scratching the sepulcher
Seven trumpets mark oblivion
Seven angels filling up the cups
Dusty bible
Sleeping with the scientist
Dusty idol
Archetype of wicked ones
Seven trumpets mark oblivion
Seven angels filling up the cups
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5. |
Cigarettes (Redux)
05:11
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i am not who you are thinking of
i’m just the child you have been dreaming up
the stranger on my arm will not let go
his clumsy fingertips have grown so cold
i am not who you have waited for
i’ve waved my hands goodbye too many times before
the child on my arm will not go home
please take him back to hell where he belongs
the smile on your face can do no more
your comely calming hands i can’t adore
the angel on my side is weeping soft
i smoke my cigarettes to shake her off
you touch my skin with no regrets at all
i’ve taken all the accidents at fault
the careful clouds should let the sunshine in
i worship all your words as you begin
come come
look you not weary
come awry
the morning will heal thee
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