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| Cursive Miscellaneous The Casualty The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases.... Night time resurrects fault lines Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below The surfaces verses... The surfaces verses... The shoe is dropped, lungs explode Shards of words of a shattered voice And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... The moon is rising, a revolution I close my eyes and the room is spinning You're screaming: "Sweetie, the moon has raped me -- It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me So I must learn to abort these feelings This romance is bleeding..." Night time triggers the land mines Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers Marching two by two... Marching two by two... A soldier's down Flood gates burst I've said some things I wish you'd never heard Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown." It's growing as we speak And it's sucking us both in A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day |
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