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• Artiste: At The Drive-In
• Titre: Tilting At The Univendor
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I let a sparrow Talk me out of the crib Made of mannequin arms & sycophants She sang her caution Thrown against the odds I'm not tilting at windmills I'm taking my chances She put the feral Back inside my voices I'll take a cigarette & Put it out on my arm It's the only way that I can feel One tempts the saint While the other takes The sinner away The TelePrompTer Has begun to rot Where I've carried the blindest items They'll seem to find a way To haunt you again I'm not tilting at windmills I'm taking my chances She put the feral Back inside my voices I'll take a cigarette & Put it out on my arm It's the only way that i can feel One tempts the saint While the other takes The sinner away Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken Stung by a million justifications Swung by the faithful grip Of a million axes Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken Stung by a million justifications Swung by the disenchanted - Not faint of heart Pray that you never find A place to bury you, bury you She put the feral Back inside my voices I'll take a cigarette & Put it out on my arm It's the only way that I can feel One tempts the saint While the other takes The sinner away