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glocca morra - circus underwater كلمات الأغنية

i was found just motionless, arranged from parts i’ve
often loved. i re-invest my stock in spirit, how it
proves that i exist. all the west was won in hours –
how can i compare to that? your heart is gold but some
were callous. i decide what’s right for me. i will
revel in my hometown, watch your fingers as they float,
grow a garden for my best friends, keep the kittens
safe but not too close. i was raised on kansas farmland
– all my cousins had two horses. knowing how much you
admired all their beauty and their splendor, i
requested one so you could have one of your own. and
though technically we both know you can own nothing at
all in this life there were some legalities involving
all the sh-t that we’ve pulled. but i was feeling way
too good to really give a f-ck at all. i’ve been told
that peace of mind can go a long away but there’s
something comforting about keeping it a cluttered mess
but when the mess is cleared, there will be a line and
it will stretch for miles. it’s the renaissance, it’s
the crying kids who only wanted attention from their
mothers but they masked it with requests for candy and
a pretty necklace that they found while waiting in
line. the mothers all look down and say, “you know i
love you, honey, but this is just a waste.” now i’m a
connoisseur of all the dirt and shame that i can stand
to taste. i feel you move. now i can’t seem to touch
what’s inside my head. i just want to get so stoned and
follow you to bed. you are pretty in this kind of
stolen way. i am all tied up in a parlor game and it
goes like this, it floats like this, it sinks like
this, and it dies like this. i wither aloud in my
amaranthine maze. it’s lasted this long, it won’t dare
to go away. where all my colors run deep and intersect
into shapes of items we once found in alleys where we
thought we’d go insane. i was happy with my progress.
all my friends were standing there. but i remember back
in kansas, pretty concerns myself – blank stare. oh,
the things i left out – i’m sure you know. oh, my brain
– it hurts my brain. i’m tired, tired, tired, tired,
tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired,
tired.

- glocca morra

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