Crystal Bright and the Silver Hands - Toy Hammer | Текст песни

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• Crystal Bright and the Silver Hands
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In step with the bellows of a strange kind of sound
the clock keeps on ticking, but you won't turn around,
you won't turn around.
Inside of the belly of a strange kind of house,
lies the stink of formaldehyde and warm cherry pie
dripping down my thighs.

Around, around, around, they taunt me, they touch me.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, ghosts in the corridor, ghosts in the corridor
Wading, wading, wading through haunted riffs of past lives.
Unfinished thoughts, unfinished wants...

It's hard to imagine all the tools that you brought
to help with the surgery that's got me so distraught
and opened up my heart,
but they won't fix a thing, if you don't keep them clean.
Stop drawing up the blue prints and hand them all to me.
Step aside and see....

Unfinished thoughts, unfinished wants...
are free.

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