paroles de chanson Land Of The Blind - Yard Act

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Killswitch indifference to a liquid narrative
Obviously, I tried writing you out of the will
I just hadn't the guts to lie through my teeth
Though only because I'm susceptible to the truth on the bleakest of moons
Though there is beauty in a whole truth
The knotty roots of a shameful past, will never let it be
Each new shoot is an escape root, loot the debris
And make no mistake, we are living out our last days in the land of the blind
Where the one-eyed man was king until he lost his fucking mind, hey

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We cram clammy hands into empty pockets
A quick whip 'round for the long-suffering house band
Whilst peace treaties are breached
So we can fuck about half naked on the beaches of some far-off foreign land
We all get a commemorative fifty pence piece each for the peace treaties breached
And the palms greased, that are never on the ends
Of the elbows digging the graves of the deceased
Please have a seat, I'm going to show you all a magic trick, but it's sort of a surprise
So if you just lend me that fifty pence piece in your hand and then close your eyes
I'm going to make me and this fifty pence piece disappear

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