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OnceOver Nightingale Lyrics

Last updated: 08/14/2005 11:00:00 AM

"They all watch while she's on fire
they can see her comming from miles away

she could buy pretty things till' night comes
pretty things are pretty dirty like the rest

the end of all the things that fall
the trace of crimson on the wall

she's tied to the rail till night comes
once the flash hits her eyes she's gone

the end of all the things that fall
the trace of crimson on the wall

smeared from the hand that rubs her thin
a wooden heart in rubber skin
press her face against the glass she's dancing in...

never cry
tears lubricate the sweetest arrest
the nightingale laid to rest"




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