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an arm reached from the sky
and turned the key lodged in your spine
the crowd clung to their seats
they looked back to the clouds
and they begged for one more round
they're searching for the breeze
until the lights grew dim
you hid your rusty skin
and noisy gears that turned
but if you fell and shattered
well, it wouldn't really matter
you're already known as
the beauty that blew back against the wind
your porcelain is burning in the lights
you can't stretch those small glass arms real far
they were never trained to see you any other way
they got you moving under lock and key
an actor behind the scenes
where nothing's what it seems
is just a story left untold
if you ask what's on my mind
well, i do believe it's time
that's kept my memory so remote
to me
you're still
frozen in your pose
to me
you're still
the beauty that blew back against the wind
you finally caught your breath
just as the public left
nobody saw a thing
you stepped down from your stand
at your own command
nobody saw a thing
you're the beauty that blew back against the wind
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2. |
Maybe Sleep
02:53
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the story sold for a dollar
to the station's most loyal caller
is this poetic? do you get it?
the war was waged
to fit in a line
you know they're doing this shit all the time
the kiss was good but the book was better
the journalist wrote with a bias
with the mantra 'try and trust us'
if it hasn't already it will soon crash and burn
maybe sleep will make this a dream
the record wound up in the used bin
scratched and warped and soon forgotten
the art is only in the mind
at least it all looked good on paper
but everyone gets caught in the end
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3. |
Eyes Turned Inward
04:21
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the commuter in his role
his eyes are weights pulled to the floor
they reflect the glow
of everything he dares to know
inert on electric beams
he's looking for the place where
outer space becomes the chewed gum on his seat
even a puppeteer couldn't lift his head
even god couldn't make him see he's dead
he said:
some day i'll tell you the nicest things
if i could find it in me to pick a side
and know which one it is
the doors slide open
he puts his feet on solid ground
7am, the only way is down
reconcile with a stroll through town
the attack on his mind
when his guard was down
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