"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me"You're laying waste to HalloweenYou fucked it friend, it's on its head,it struck the streetYou're in Milwaukee, off your feetAnd at once I knew I was not magnificentStrayed, above the highway aisle(jagged vacancy, thick with ice)I could see for miles, miles, miles3rd and lake, it burnt away the hallwayWas where we learned to celebrateautomatic bought the years you'd talk for meThat night you played me 'Lip Parade'Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decreeSaying nothing, that's enough for meAnd at once I knew I was not magnificentHulled, far from the highway aisle(jagged vacancy, thick with ice)I could see for miles, miles, milesChristmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow brightAbove my brother, I and tangled spinesWe smoked the screen to make it what it was to beNow, to know it in my memoryAnd at once I knew I was not magnificentHigh, above the highway aisle(jagged vacancy, thick with ice)I could see for miles, miles, miles
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"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me"
You're laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it's on its head,
it struck the street
You're in Milwaukee, off your feet
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed, above the highway aisle
(jagged vacancy, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
3rd and lake, it burnt away the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled, far from the highway aisle
(jagged vacancy, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now, to know it in my memory
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
High, above the highway aisle
(jagged vacancy, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
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