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Corsair
03:35
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This flag has sailed and now we return to that lonesome shore
After the consumption
After the fall
We stare at walls
We stare at faith
We question your resolve
Its a healthy demise to your ignoble crown
Another earth crumbled
Another ocean drowned
Are you left intact?
Below these waves are you still left intact?
This flag has sailed and now we return to that lonesome shore
This is where we belong and you're not alone, Dear
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I pull out the stops, for this interrupting engagement is an endless ringing and there's a humming in the air
And your taking the piss in the crimson smoke and the alcohol is blatantly deciding every statement and conversation is constant and fading from my attention
Your charm is fresh as meeting your first acquaintance
All I hear is repetition
All that roars is a constant cry for acceptance
You won't stand down because you've already drowned
I am a humble man but when the bucket tips something is going to spill in the end
Barricade (Barricade) won't separate
Something is strange
Something is weird
You've got the moves to put down a dancehall veteran
And the wit to shoot down anyone in range
But I can't help wondering Fred Astaire
If these people recognize your antiquation as somewhat strange
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Burn
05:10
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I'm in a coma and you're all fucked
I'm in the back room, tout est noir
You shout at me from the otherside:
"Cross this river before I die!"
They are closing in my Dearest companion
This path I tread has nothing to forgive
There was something I forgot to mention
When we return our bodies will be burned
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El Dia De Los Muertos
07:32
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I am a scar impervious
I am the wound omnipotent
I am the eternal dead
I am hidden yet I am found instantly
I am the stranger in the back row of your flashing screen
I am the glamour of the self-indulgent consuming
Obese and stammering for resolution
The one who answers but questioning your every move
In creeps locusts from the sides
They are on my insides
This is where they come inside
On my insides
This place is a fabrication
We all just watched and stared
They were razing the city from the ground
This place is a fabrication
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When we return our bodies will be burned.
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