| There’s a hunger in the air and lemons swollen in the trees
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| When shadows fall across the moon, i strain my ears towards the breeze
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| A wasted summer listening, secluded as a cemetery
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| Withered limbs under the sand for an hourglass eternity
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| You hung an albatross around my neck
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| When you needed to knock me on the head and say
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| «no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no!»
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| Jackal legs and kangal dogs are floating dark as forestry
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| A woman dangles from a bridge on a thread of silver mercury
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| You hung an albatross around my neck
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| But you needed to knock me on the head and say
|
| «no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no!»
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| I’ve seen the ghost of my anathema upon my bed
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| I need a body to knock me on the head and say
|
| «no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no!»
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| I saw a feathered silhouette on the crest of unforgiving waves
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| It hovered over salty air and i couldn’t tear my eyes away
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| And somewhere in between the lines i drifted into fantasy
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| But you’re the only open book, a portal to a star-crossed sea
|
| You hung an albatross around my neck
|
| When you needed to knock me on the head and say
|
| «no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no!»
|
| I’ve seen the ghost of my anathema upon my bed
|
| I need a body to knock me on the head and say…
|
| «no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no!»
|
| I’ve seen the ghost of my anathema upon my bed
|
| I need a body to knock me on the head and say
|
| «no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no! |
| no!» |