Joplin Rice - My Mane (the violins) | Текст песни

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dearly deprived,

why do we keep doing this? there's no shame in giving up. when we fight, the walls turn inside out. they're sick of yelling. well, I am sick of every sound. we keep our vaults filled up with pity on our islands and guard them with our blades: treasure buried alive. still sincere, after shrugging off the tears… I hope you die.

the car is running and I shaved my mane.

concubine,
you play your role and I'll play mine. or maybe we could switch for a time. fuck the diagrams all drawn to disobey, I mean, sensation full of hatred isn't wrong.

holy ghost,
your paper roses will not die they will be litter when the wind blows in parades of lost condolences.

so let's dig up our grandparents and dance with them like children beneath starlight cemetery chandeliers shattered on this opera that I wrote.
the violins put splinters in our mouths.


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