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And so you stare into the abyss |
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To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip |
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‘Cause you were born to be a catfish |
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Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist |
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Before I saturate my sorrow |
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I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame |
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To trace the footsteps I once followed |
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We’re distant chromosomes that live in the same vein |
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Go throw your money at a dead horse |
| [01:23.520] |
Keep up the masquerade |
| [01:27.170] |
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door |
| [01:32.170] |
Now I’m laying on your waterboard |
| [01:35.600] |
Go throw your money at a dead horse |
| [01:39.590] |
Keep up the masquerade |
| [01:43.280] |
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door |
| [01:48.400] |
So don’t expect a curtain call |
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And when you dragged me to the gallows |
| [02:31.550] |
Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys |
| [02:39.630] |
The clouds concealed us in their shadows |
| [02:47.300] |
Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity |
| [02:54.580] |
Go throw your money at a dead horse |
| [02:58.470] |
Keep up the masquerade |
| [03:02.250] |
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door |
| [03:06.980] |
Now I’m laying on your waterboard |
| [03:10.320] |
Go throw your money at a dead horse |
| [03:14.150] |
Keep up the masquerade |
| [03:18.040] |
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door |
| [03:22.820] |
So don’t expect a curtain call |
