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• Artiste: Intercontinental Music Lab
• Titre: Ordinary Bones
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I'm the side-show of the world, even the Aztecs would laugh If they'd been cursed by chance to see me With all the words in the world, men would struggle to describe me But it doesn't stop them from trying And they keep trying However sweet you sing There's a hole in everything These are ordinary bones You can't give them away You can't give them away Down the old Gothic Hall, even empathy was bald And no one even thinks that I'm human I don't know where to turn, and everybody yearns For a sight or a strand of this long-haired, long-held grief Now you're dancing with the freak No good will come of this If I could dance my heart to sleep I'd be slipping away I'd be slipping away The rule of this blood It is cruel and without luck I am the end of the line Even the child that we made In the darkness of that cage Knew enough to head for the sun Now my whole life's turned to wax Under finger-printed glass But these are ordinary bones They keep giving away They keep giving away