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Foot-high pins and try-to-fly wings


The_Vacancy

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Foot-high pins and try-to-fly wings

 

This pain that we quench

Keeps me down upon my knees

Feeling useless, feeling stupid

Mister charisma has no good deeds

 

(Pins and needles keep me down)

 

Facing your face is facing a war

And to see your eyes infecting mine

Is to make me bleed deep inside

It's to make up these stupid rhymes

 

And slowly, oh so never-ending slowly

I could share with you a gift, one gift

The gift of pure pedigree insanity

To replace a pocket full of vanity

 

(Try-to-fly wings keep me on the ground)

 

And this love-hate stereotype life

Is venturing places I'd never found

Worlds of drowning happiness

And forever screaming silent sounds

 

I admit, I'm delicate, almost deliberate

So one wish, touch me, see me fall

Slip through your silky fingers

Like flowing oil, burning oil

 

(I'm still happy, or at least I'll try)

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