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Sanatçı: Okkervil River

albüm: The Stage Names


All of the stage names evaporate
And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race
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Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late
To be far too dear or too cut-rate
Hold my hand again like at the lake
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Hold that mirror, babe, up to my face
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Hear the whippoorwill? Am I breathing still?
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A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds
Now intravenously fed from a bag hanging over their heads
Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say?
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'Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way
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But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass
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So take this thin, broken-down circus clown reject
And give her the name of a queen
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
Well, she didn't look like no princess to me
But with the proper words bestowed
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And with her morning shoot
And her evening clothes
Don't call her a prostitute
She ain't one of those

Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze

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