These Paper Satellites - Murders | Текст песни

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I, for sport, will sing today to whisper a wind up.
If the stars lead us astray the birds overhead will guide us.
Tycho, look up! Look up!
Let's sell these people a piece of blue sky.

With a head full of steam, full steam ahead!

Here goes nothing and there goes everything.
Here goes nothing and there goes it all...

My dear Ortolan, we treat you so wrong.
Deceit, descent, and out of the cauldron.

Curses! Save your faces, your caught...

Here goes nothing and there goes everything.
Here goes nothing and there goes it all...

One caste over, and out to the sea,
Where time waits for no man, but tide waits for me.

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