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Cool your karma I've a thought
Stranger bedfellows indeed
Had a burden spite my years
Loosed a pocket watch below

Funny thing innit
Almost missed my entrance there
Who'd have thought a shattered window
Now I'm just a clutched throat
On you go
On you go

I've got mirrors tucked in boxes
Just reflecting nothing never on
Took the keys past the teeth
Ain't no answers for you now
Ain't it the queerest thing

All my holy robes have gone to thread
Ain't it fucking strange
All my holy robes have gone to thread
Ain't it strange

Last night I downed a pint of whisky
Last night I was razor to the glass
Last night
I fucked my soul away
Ain't it the strangest thing
Ain't it the strangest thing

Garbled noise in the phone again
Garbled noise in the phone again
Garbled noise in the phone again
In the phone again
Is there no comfort left now
In this strange skin

I woke up with feathers on my tongue
Same damn song same damn song
I woke up with feathers on my tongue
Seems a grasp will fail me
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it



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Writer(s): Luke Pace-scrivener
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