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987 B
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37 lines
987 B
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Pick up the phone
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Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin
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And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in
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Paint the receiver, to the side of the fake
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Lying at the bottom of the staircase
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Broken elbows
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And you're coming through the window
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And whoever called night a blanket
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Had never the felt the cold
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And whoever called the night a blanket
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So use your fingers, darling
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And tear away at the restraints they call the body
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It's the temporary things that rip us apart
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For the body is but a piece of art, for you to tear to pieces
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And to the night
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Under the blanket, under the weight of the world
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This is history to thievery
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It's the crying and the screaming
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For the lying and the lack thereof
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And I can feel the blood as it saturates your face
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This is history to thievery
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These are only games we play
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This is history to thievery
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These are only games we play
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Hang up the phone
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Name A Word Of Welcome And Warning
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Vancouver
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