| Not one motion of her gesture could I forget
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| The prettiest bag lady I ever met
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| Pushing her cart in the rain
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| Then gathering plastic and glass
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| She watched the day pass
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| Not hour by hour
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| But pain by pain
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| If I was a basket filled with holes
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| Then she was the sand I tried to hold
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| And ran out behind me As I swung with some invisible hands
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| I stopped believing, you start to move
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| She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine
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| I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
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| And you can pour us out and we won’t mind
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| I was dead, then alive
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| She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine
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| You can pour us out, we won’t mind
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| A scratch around the mouth of the glass
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| My life is no longer mine
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| If you’re still looking for a blanket
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| Sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m no sort of fabric
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| But if you need a tailor
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| Then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs
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| And mumble your pitiful prayers
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| And in your tangled night’s sleep, our midnight needles go to work
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| Until all comfort and fear flows in one river
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| Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole
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| And it makes you shiver
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| I stopped believing, you start to move
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| She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine
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| I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
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| And you can pour us out and we won’t mind
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| I was dead, then alive
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| She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine
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| You can pour us out, we won’t mind
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| A scratch around the mouth of the glass
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| My life is no longer mine
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| Our lives are not our own
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| Even the wind lays still
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| All I felt was fire and cold
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| And movement, movement
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| If they ask you for a sign of the Father
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| Tell them it’s movement, movement and repose |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Hanger , by - mewithoutYou. Song from the album Catch For Us The Foxes, in the genre Пост-хардкор