| Easily crushed up, kind of callow
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| Shoot the shutterbugs in Time’s Square
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| Peanut brittle in Candy Land
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| Archetypal brunette with hawks eye’s
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| A lion’s man and pale horse heart
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| Bit in mouth and ring in nose
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| Led by red, mistrusted instead
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| Burned
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| Crumpled and burned
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| When the rain crashes like a wildebeest herd
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| We follow will 'o the wisp’s through the rats and hogs
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| We span the velocity on bald eagle’s wings
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| Colour-blind schemes, motifs and themes
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| Faint scent of plaster, cracked alabaster
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| Turn your back on the stigmas
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| Let them walk their own stilts
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| Knock them out from under the walkers
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| But don’t spoil the family circus fun
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| There is a safety net
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| We’ll fall fine
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| Burned
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| And burning still, shredded and holy
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| Still, calm and withdrawn
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| Pulling in to push out
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| Whip and crack to taste from the purple panther
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| Dizzy as Plumb Street
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| The saxophone player on Fifth Avenue he got a band now
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| Running wild through The Pound from the bloodhounds
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| Running wild through The Pound from the bloodhounds
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| Burned
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| But it’s not my turn to challenge the fire queen
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| Aerial map of the skin
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| The delicate sounds of downtown
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| Even the asphalt and silicone have voices, gothic panes
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| Lined skin, serenades
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| Crystal ball eyes, cold lights, warm colours
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| If you bounce to the rhythm, you will never get numb |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything's Burned , by - Michael Malarkey. Song from the album Feed the Flames EP, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня