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• Artiste: Mars Volta
• Titre: Zed And Two Naughts
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I'm not really better Mallets crack with every breath, yeah I hear them scraping through the branches Against my broken window When I'll let you in A silhouette holds me younger Can't poke me with his pinch, yeah Flops and drips of nectar And excess being ... When she says Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering Nothing left to say There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher And the cracks with under From a gash of stipple rain This bed will never rest you The answer's in the summon While I lay here in The stow can fix the crown in A wasted dusk of tears The potion turns to nectar When the pigment leaves the body When she says: Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering Nothing left to say There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher Thanks for praying, thanks for all Go, don't like it anymore Have your breakfast feed in time And they say it ain't too notch And they say it ain't too notch Painted a full room of caves I'll bring dreams of better masses Made of pastures Labyrinths turning, city maze I've been hanging, breeds of cancer Every door our children sing Watching a blizzard Watching a blizzard Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering Nothing left to say There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher Don't go on wondering Nothing left to say There's no one left to save Cause no one's at the wheal Saint Christopher