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• Artiste: David Sylvian
• Titre: Small Metal Gods
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It's the farthest place I've ever been It's a new frontier for me And you balance things Like you wouldn't believe When you should just let things be Yes, you juggle things 'Cause you can't lose sight Of the wretched storyline It's the narrative that must go on Until the end of time And you're guilty of some self-neglect And the mind unravels for days I've told you once Yes, a thousand times I'm better off this way I'm better off... this way Where's my queen of hearts My royal flush I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks My suicide, my better days There's nothing I regret I've placed the Gods In a Ziploc bag I've put them in a drawer They've refused my prayers for the umpteenth time So I'm evening up the score Small metal gods From a casting line From a factory in Mumbai Some manual labourer's bread and butter And a single-minded life Small metal gods Cheap souvenirs You've abandoned me for sure I'm dumping you, my childish things I'm evening up the score