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• Artiste: Subtle Way (The)
• Titre: This Ain't No Fashion Show
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You thank the walls for their echoes as if there was no voice at all One that resounds from a perfect direction And plots its course by the point of the sword When the kiss in the crosshairs fails to make contact Dare we hang our heads upon our evidence? Calm as we stand to shake their guilty hands This is no place for a child Who has yet to yield to the note of a censor Who has yet to bare the wrath Of the wake, behind the warning Or has yet to hold their breath If we find a way... Put their faults away, under the cover of a shroud Then we bare the shame... Of a darker name than of the hearts we hope to change We learn much from the parts we show Oh if only my voice could Hereby deny your hold on the ground Then my closed fists would be free to weather the sun Help to make right what I've let you wrong To forgive where censor is due Flaws my grain, and further to you Not this time, I wont be so quick to Further my flaws I wont stand firm so you can learn But I can't let go, for I am of a stronger salt One that only fails to hide in hope Play the role of a note in a chord But I know they will not learn on their own accord We're just trying to soften the blow, But my mercy will never show With our lesson hushed with compassion By the hand that holds the door We look on with open arms As they grow into Something but nothing more This is tough love If we find a way to work around Put their faults away, under the cover of a shroud Then we bare the shame as we avow, Of a darker name than the hearts we hope to change