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3750 - Lyrics
Got your bones spread out on the dance floor
Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket
Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage
Own the reason that we all are faking it
Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in
Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk
They came in, they came in, through the window...
I waited around for this clock for these dirty words
Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down
Against the floor of my mouth there's a pulse in every drop of history
Space is allotted for the questioner
At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen
Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand
Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk
They came in, they came in, through the window...
Bury your knife, bury your knife... |
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3750 - Lyrics
ma jolie lyrics
rows of condos and birds as helicopters
i had a headache when you left give up something
and it's luke warm blood telephones
have eyes to tip out feelings to dropping off
like guns and flies
take her down to the river
and she would walk
right over the water
take him down to that goddamn river
full of visuals and half wit harlequins
it's full of smiles and laughter
we'll weed them out like dandelions
and your arms like batteries and you arms
are chandeliers bought a ticket to
the picture show to rip down feelings
move these walls inside myself
i lost my car keys underneath
the palm tress and city lights
avert my eyes to move northwest
this is a poem, a combination
of a sentence broken up to form
a rhythm. you are a poem little pieces
of my senses broken up to form an image
take her down to the river
and she would walk
right over the water
take him down to that goddamn river
he would drag you straight down to the bottom
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