Songtexte Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore - The Mars Volta
                                                I′ve 
                                                always 
                                                wanted
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                eat 
                                                glass 
                                                with 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                knew 
                                                how
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                to 
                                                talk 
                                                without
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walls 
                                                dropping 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                eve
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                nest 
                                                they 
                                                made 
                                                couldn't 
                                                break 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Along 
                                                the 
                                                fallen
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scowled 
                                                    a 
                                                fence 
                                                of 
                                                beaks
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                temple 
                                                is 
                                                scathing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                your 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                were 
                                                scaling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                an 
                                                ice 
                                                pick 
                                                of 
                                                abscess 
                                                reckoning
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                Miranda 
                                                sang
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everyone 
                                                turned 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Used 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                noose 
                                                they 
                                                obey
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                whoever 
                                                said 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                would 
                                                scatter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Separating 
                                                the 
                                                mother 
                                                from 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                can 
                                                bat 
                                                    a 
                                                broken 
                                                eyelid
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raining 
                                                maggots 
                                                from 
                                                it′s 
                                                sty
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                traces 
                                                that 
                                                she 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                will 
                                                skin 
                                                you 
                                                out 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                children 
                                                go 
                                                grinding 
                                                their 
                                                jaws
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sweet 
                                                smell 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                toothless 
                                                canals
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                dam 
                                                she 
                                                will 
                                                break,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                an 
                                                ocean 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                lake
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                they 
                                                siphon 
                                                off 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                Miranda 
                                                sang
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everyone 
                                                turned 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Used 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                noose 
                                                they 
                                                obey
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                Miranda 
                                                sang
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everyone 
                                                turned 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Used 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                noose 
                                                they 
                                                obey
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                Miranda 
                                                sang
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everyone 
                                                turned 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Used 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                noose 
                                                they 
                                                obey
 
                                    
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