The White Birch - Cabaret | Текст песни

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The art of the juggles stole his sleep
As cold but tender whore was sold too cheap
So he was sentenced to plead for his own art
To lay down beside her till death do us apart

Show me the harvest moth
The plain greed in the artist's cloth
And i'll just swallow the knife
And grow larger than life
I'll just follow the rhyme
Of a simple rune from time to time

But you throw me the harvest dream
The simple need of the artist's scheme
And i swallow the knife
I grow larger than life
And as i wallow in sleep
I spoil your chance to seap

Gone is the sprawling dancer brought on stage
Gone is the wild-eyed lunatic inside the cage
And as the artist went home with a means to an end
You were painted in blood with clown's torn pride to mend

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