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Testo Concertina
In denial,
who will come clean all the ravenous debris?
In disguise
Sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing
This scapegrace will pay, my barking harangue...
Are you listening?
On the 14th you stole, what hasn't grown old
In denial,
file this under a bridge that he can't leave
Will those shadows glare?
From that blank-rimmed stare in a vacancy hush
Aunque me dejastes ahogando en el mar
Acuestate en la tierra de la realidad de tu sueá±o
Manos me recuerdo,
Solamente a ti te odio
Yo ya me voy
In denial
Who will clean up all this ravenous debris?
In denial
File this under a bridge that he can't leave
And the storyville sawbones couldn't tell
the prescription to mend
all the broken wills in the white lie ward
Don't you pretend
Tangled in thorns
To walk unborn
And this debt will collect
all the sickness that is left
Suddenly drives up
Sentencing valley
Count all the handshakes
Syringe overflows
Tangled in thorns
To walk unborn
And this debt will collect
All the sickness that you've set
And this debt will collect
All the sickness you've set
And this debt...
who will come clean all the ravenous debris?
In disguise
Sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing
This scapegrace will pay, my barking harangue...
Are you listening?
On the 14th you stole, what hasn't grown old
In denial,
file this under a bridge that he can't leave
Will those shadows glare?
From that blank-rimmed stare in a vacancy hush
Aunque me dejastes ahogando en el mar
Acuestate en la tierra de la realidad de tu sueá±o
Manos me recuerdo,
Solamente a ti te odio
Yo ya me voy
In denial
Who will clean up all this ravenous debris?
In denial
File this under a bridge that he can't leave
And the storyville sawbones couldn't tell
the prescription to mend
all the broken wills in the white lie ward
Don't you pretend
Tangled in thorns
To walk unborn
And this debt will collect
all the sickness that is left
Suddenly drives up
Sentencing valley
Count all the handshakes
Syringe overflows
Tangled in thorns
To walk unborn
And this debt will collect
All the sickness that you've set
And this debt will collect
All the sickness you've set
And this debt...
Ward, Martin Ian
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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