Appaloosa - Pascal's Paradox | Текст песни

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She sits back in the best of style,
Looking down at the checkered tile,
Eating cornflakes, from a silver bowl.
Kandinsky hanging on the best of walls,
Everybody loves her furnished halls,
Unknowing, she'll turn you half to whole.

Oh, I lost myself in mock heroic style,
Lodged in her castle for awhile.
Yer, I lost myself in mock heroic style,
Lodged in her castle for awhile.

She takes off her silver Rolls,
She's quite confused by the new controls,
Unknowing, she's all alone.
And woon she ind she's in the slums,
Watching drunkards pick their thumbs,
And telling Mommy on the Dictaphone.

Oh, I lost myself in mock heroic style,
Lodged in her castle for awhile.
Yer, I lost myself in mock heroic style,
Lodged in her castle for awhile.

Looking back in the mirror box,
Reviewing Pascal's Paradox,
Everyone knew, she had the might.
But I'm walking down the silver lanes,
Tiptoeing in her crimson rains,
Our bodies, are half dissolved in light.

Oh, I lost myself in mock heroic style,
Lodged in her castle for awhile.
Yer, I lost myself in mock heroic style,
Lodged in her castle for awhile.

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