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A Static Lullaby - Life In A Museum A Static Lullaby - Life In A Museum |
| The scene has retaken shape
It seems your stuck in the middle
The legs of your lover
Have spread for another
You’re invaded and coming undone
Retrace, recount, refuse
Become, believe, be well
Impress, impose, embark
Conceal, connect, conquer
You give it all
And sometimes fade away
You give it all
We all just fade
It’s not love
We’re not love
But I’m not perishing
Cause vengeance holds my hand
To be lost amongst the slaves
Shackled and blistering
Its now lust that holds my hand
Tonight I’ll find my way
So now you think this is safe
Oh boy you better be careful
I’ve never had the chance for
This kind of love
I’m infected and coming undone
Tonight I’ll find my way |
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