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Formaldehyde
04:05
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A theatre fire
Our common desire
Why is it dark again
Your laughter grew stifled
Seasick on arrival
Don't hide your phantom limb
You and I tend to oversimplify
The rules of desire
Can we start again
You're my only friend
We've come so far
But nostalgia's in my bones again
His monochrome tantrum
Holds tomorrow ransom
And I've been disqualified
Your wounds were so poignant
When you were anointed in formaldehyde
You and I tend to oversimplify
The rules of desire
Can we start again
You're my only friend
We've come so far
But nostalgia's in my bones again
The fear is back again
Can I just pretend
My shadow's a cage
In which I can hide all my flaws away
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2. |
Grand Design
04:03
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Dead end, home stretch at last
My tongue was caught in a vice last night
Unstuck like peeling glue
You were counting down in silent delight
You choked, too bad nobody knows
How frail you're feeling
Vanish in the sheets
You don't dare leave a trace
You lied between your teeth
I have expired
I'll crash into your arms
And burn up like 193
Talking in your sleep recite the same old story
Breaking all the mirrors like my brittle body
Climbing up the curtains as you say you're sorry
One last time
Watching from the sidelines for the borrowed glory
A silent cemetery is what's waiting for me
We're jumping from the window of the seventh story
A grand design
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