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Tigermoth lyrics
Hanging on by my fingertips
The ground gives way beneath my feet
A black cloud descends
I lose my grip
Buried in the mud
Lying here with no relief
The world I've known is paper thin
Torn in shreds my finest hour
A drowning man still battling
One breath rattle gathering
Dust is dust, clean me now
All my strings are gutted
Turn it down
In the paralytic nursery of bygone fears
My old adversary reappears
Still confronted by the many faces of Eve
No matter how I try to heal this injury
Still the trophies line up on the wall
Pride that comes before a fall
Hanging on by my fingertips
The ground gives way beneath my feet
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on Spectral Mornings
- 6 Lost Time In Cordoba
- 8 Spectral Mornings
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- Track 11 on Spectral Mornings
- 10 The Virgin And The Gypsy
- 12 The Ballad Of The Decomposing Man
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- Track 15 on Spectral Mornings
- 14 Live Acoustic Section
- 16 The Caretaker
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- Track 3 on Clocks - The Angel of Mons
- 2 Acoustic Set
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