Текст песни Cymbals Eat Guitars - Wind Phoenix (Proper Name)

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Exotic vision Permanently red-light Squinting for hours Natural American spirit doctorate Make love to inanimate objects Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery Without use of a pole she swings Her thighs clamped 'round infinity In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets I am his liver I'm gray and decaying My texture's a sidewalk And Notre Dame's playing Afternoon's wristwatch Deposited in nightstand's drawer If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee And charge her silent watchers And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah You're gas lighting me I can see through the dusk beams Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah In her last moments I pined for times When I could never have dreamed of being responsible For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of The celebrity teenage drug casualties The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind

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