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• Artiste: Why?
• Titre: Consequence Of Nonaction
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I was built into the form of a man By nothing if you believe that That I'm not looking for nothing in nobody's eyes is a lie Long to be seen in my silence After the years of shyness That I'm not looking for nothing in nobody's eyes is a lie You keep your wants registered with committees in your mind Each empty breath a record of what isn't there Will I be counted out among those from you taken Slowly your scalp spits a cowlick for me Over years spread out as adult resistant feeling As something you forgot, that might've never been In the hole on the Alcatraz tour You were scared to touch the walls You were scared to touch the floor Oh I want to touch your pulse I want to touch your core And I hide in your pores like a puss No, I want more Phone number like a misdealt hand in euchre You're all the way more beautiful than a photograph of you Don't dig out that mote again Well I still need something And it might be you Don't dig out that mote again Don't dig out Don't dig out that mote again Don't dig out Don't dig out that mote again You can take this lonesome token And toss it in the ocean But hear me now weary in my tongue Hold it in your hand Hide it from the wind Sleep with it like a secret And its wages will root deep beneath it