Текст песни What It Is - Catatonia
It's
what's
not
there
that
makes
What's
there
what
it
is
It's
what's
not
there
that
makes
What's
there
what
it
is
Seems
like
we're
quite
in
demand
More
faint
praise,
well
I'll
be
damned
Ship's
run
aground
on
the
rocks
Not
all
that
unorthodox
It's
what's
not
there
that
makes
What's
there
what
it
is
Fate
cuts
her
cloth'
Ragged
mean
You
miss
the
ceremony
He
sleeps,
she
wakes,
then
she
tires
Leave
us
to
our
frying
pan
and
fires
It's
what's
not
there
that
makes
What's
there
what
it
is
It's
sculpture,
sculpture,
feed
me
to
the
vultures
It's
what's
not
there
that
makes
What's
there
what
it
is.
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