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作词 : Thomas Hawkins |
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作曲 : Robin Legge |
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Death becomes her |
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The final fleshy stumbler |
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A Midas touch |
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The final sirens darkest sides amongst her |
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Brighter moments fade to black |
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She snorted back the last line of the wrap |
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Powder warped her mind and caused her arms to flail and flap |
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No more of that |
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But plenty more of every other form of sadomasochism breeding in this portal back to back |
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Blacker than the Taurus maps we hoarded in the dull glow of the TV, dim light flickers in this awful flat |
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(Heads down) |
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Underwater torture caught in all the forms we ordered into lists to sort to iron out the glitches in our formula |
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A mess of numbers, void and punctured algorithms |
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Rarely built in straight lines like our movements in the town we lived in |
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Count the chimneys, count the victims |
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Life of VHS on half speed squealing slowly through a rented picture |
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Settle in, prepare for winter |
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And celebrate the times we shared before our walkways fractured, tore and splintered |
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Your list of lies were harmless never crystallized |
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And targets ever shifting |
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Resistors in this circuit forming intelligence so artificial |
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So irrelevant, so artificial |
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Load the bullet, spin the barrel, pass the pistol |
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Lonely are the mornings here to swim alone, in search of life |
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Something so forgetful when you live alone, just let it go |
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Let the filthy current of the undertow, light your way, away you float, so morbid in the match-head glow |
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It's dreamy, so dreamy on the floodplains |
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Tramadol and morphine make for interstellar runways |
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One sin, checkmate |
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No stops, no way |
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Someday, some say |
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Co-stars, gun play |
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To thrive within uncharted jurisdictions, each'd sacrifice and nominate a body part and list them |
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That way you can never live to speak, see, walk or listen in the knowledge that the others doing well when you're not with them |
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So sacrificial, it's so sacrificial |
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The way the sails glow the light upon the burning vessel |
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It's so symptomatic, it's so symptomatic |
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The way the water lapped below the burning undercarriage |
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It's so sacrificial, so sacrificial |
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We gave up bailing water way before the lightning hit you |
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It's so symptomatic, it's so symptomatic |
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You ever think we had it? We never had it |
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Like fire and ash breeding in my heart and soul |
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Inside the bruised and battered, black and blue could have her ,snaps and groans |
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Only time will tell, so let her in |
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And try to find a hint of flesh inside her metal limbs |
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Like fire and ash, the final throws |
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Unrelenting downward spirals of the life you chose |
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Only time will tell, so let her in |
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And crunch the numbers till the harlot tells you everything |
