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Cain and the Twigs lyrics
You received your final phone call
At the murder of a brick wall
Take your hands and wash the steps
Grind your teeth and light the depths
To find innocent pleasures
You took inaccurate measures
All of the windings you weathered
Led to the end of a tether
Does it sting when eyes go red
Any more than unmade beds
Steady tears untied a knot
Guess you were born with all you’ve got
To find innocent pleasures
You took inaccurate measures
All of the windings you weathered
Led to the end of a tether
What makes you run, empty one?
You’ve just started what I already won
She speaks in shibboleths
With every vapor in every breath
Like snakes are sibilant
Keep wandering, sister of Seth
Lunar landscapes make a home
For all of those condemned to roam
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