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I could tell by the way it tore
I could tell by the way it tore
I could tell by the way it tore out my throat
I could tell by the way it tore out my throat
it was about this time I noticed the sea could sing
such appalling things
it was about this time we burned the blessed things
we burned the blessed things
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cold light of day
04:24
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Invariably I – in the dead of the night
what the offers elide
invariably, I lie, with your soul on the line
at the scene of crime
oubliette
i'll admit, I don't know from eve
over it, I don't ever wanna be afraid (again)
survived by the bleed(ing) of the rising tide
he became wise a little too late in life
it tells you nothing you don't already know
re-framed by the casket's glowing warming glow
love is a lie you grow/GET to call your own
piling/BURNING bodies in the park/ing overflow
clean yourself up, kid, but it is known
the blood washes us out,
nothing burns like the cold light of day
nothing burns like the cold light of day
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world on a wire
05:54
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V1
There's a man that I know
wears the face of the buffalo
lays it down real low, real slow
in the land where I sleep
hard to know when the river weeps
at the edge i'll keep, I keep
b1
If it rots then it wasn't gold/cold
curse annulled by the reckoning
c1
are you sure that you want to know it?
The way these things get, shit gets broken and it never gets whole
I know I know I know I know I know I know (2x)
b2
at the start when it wasn't bad
with the curse that you wore so well
c2
are you sure that you'd like to go there?
because the way these things get, ever-afters just some bones in a hole
I know I know I know I know I know I know (2x)
r1
I will volunteer to disappear (3x)
b-2-1
I don't know if you know but I swear it aint right
with the key and the world on a wire in the night
when they set fire to the kite
r-2-1
a man is made whole by the holes in his heart (3x)
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regal murk Brooklyn, New York
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