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The Farewell Party
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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"Bon Voyage"
And promptly he hung up the phone
There was a doorbell ringing
So he snuck out onto the terrace
He said "If these were my last words,
would they even make print?
If all I had to say was simply over said
by those old heretics."
These words are counterfeit
Xeroxed off of memory
And no ones listening
Hey
Twilight dawns
All the champagne is gone
All thats left is left behind
Doorbells, still lives
"Since youre leaving
was it a hollowed out heart?
It seems like youve been yearning for some wordly position.
Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball."
It seems the world collapses
In the mothers womb
The place of birth
Where were all condemned
Its the warm, sad, jaded end
Starving for salvation of a terrace
Drunk, tired, and alone
Farewell dead skin
These words are second-hand
Theyre dry
Theyre cracked-plastic lies
Theyre cheap old whores
Who wasted their lives
In search of the warmest womb
[ The Farewell Party Lyrics ]
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