Sic Waiting - The Salesman | Текст песни

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• Sic Waiting
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Is there something to be said for beating a horse when it's dead,
or bleeding out the demons in your head?
I'm a glutton for the pain, I'm a sucker for the shame
always looking for the next new to be the same

I can lie with the best of 'em, you'll buy what I sell
what I sell
But the best kind of lies are the lies I tell myself
I tell myself

At light you're leaving me at the bars or on the street
I'm a broken song on a record on repeat
But come darkness come what may, come dawn before the day
with all the big and tall tales we believe

When you call my name on the longest day
you can find me layin' in the darkest shade
So when you called my name the response that came
was a rare display of truth I can't explain
except only to play delusion's game

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