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Cursive - Shallow Means, Deep Ends
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The night has fallen down the staircase
And I, for one, have felt its bruises
Equilbrium; inebriated
Our social graces have been displaced
As we sink deeper into the drink
The volume increases....
Night time resurrects fault lines
Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below
The surfaces verses...
The surfaces verses...
The shoe is dropped, lungs explode
Shards of words of a shattered voice
And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
The moon is rising, a revolution
I close my eyes and the room is spinning
You're screaming:
"Sweetie, the moon has raped me --
It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me
So I must learn to abort these feelings
This romance is bleeding..."
Night time triggers the land mines
Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers
Marching two by two...
Marching two by two...
A soldier's down
Flood gates burst
I've said some things I wish you'd never heard
Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown."
It's growing as we speak
And it's sucking us both in
A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day
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Virgin : Mam wszystko w...
Mam wszystko w (...) dobrze jest
Panu dziękuję
Fuck off! - to mój best
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
Pokaże drzwi Ci -
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i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Jakie Ty w życiu cele masz?
Fura, komóra, gucci płaszcz
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money h-
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oney
I don't want your money honey
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Tylko ja
To pa pa..
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony... ....
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