Tonalità: B minor
Intro 1
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I celebrate you
Verse 1
at somebody's
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kitchen table in the true south in the night- time
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two years later tear myself down to
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the hard white bone alone
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attempted expressing
genuine sentiment
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it felt like drinking cement
but it kept me alive
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and the sickness of a distant friend is
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a death to the distance for a little while
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but there is no true north
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there is no real truth at all
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oh headaches and nausea
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someone to talk to
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I was that person, I am not anymore
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dreamt of marching the earth
but you could not feel the curvature
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caught under the paw of
the great dog of inertia
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I will rise and leave the city
I will never leave the house
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I will slip twixt kitchen tables
of my best friends in the south
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a sort of entropy increases and
we pale and lose all meaning
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forget I was the first to celebrate
you in the dark
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we used to call you ""the double- knot"" every time you got like this we'd say ""You're twice as negative"" you'd say ""No I am not it's just that there is no true north,
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there is no real truth at all"" You are a distant city, a shrinking whisper, you are the worst one of us all
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the divine androgyne at the heart of the artifice, the pressure building up until you're glowing like a noble gas.. You know not to react and so you pound your fists and sink in dirt, you talk in maudlin little prayers, whatever kills the voices first. A super callous flagellant, a comedy of accidents, acting dead inside the ambulance,
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a play for sympathy or forgiveness, I always dreamt I'd fake my death, I'd hit my head and wipe my memory clean. I'd wake up next to somebody like you and be a better person, get used to the feeling of being something you'd be scared to lose, like waiting for a reason or a change that isn't coming soon.
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And you, you be the dirt and the dust in my clean cuts,
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you be the hollow ceremony in my mother tongue
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you be the great bull- muscled boy that I will never become,
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I have been ever so sorry for ever so long
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and now bloodied up enough times until the skin just quit healing and a million TV fu nerals won't tell me how you must be feeling,
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living like you have no skin is all that she has ever known, they pass her like a cloud and I secretly hope it chokes them like there is no true north
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There is no real truth at all
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and you are hard to be around
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it got difficult not to care
Outro 1
about you anymore
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