Текст песни
Manners
to
endure
The
sculpture
still
sore
Thinking
of
someone
As
the
imagination
it
runs
away
Grateful
I
begin
to
play
Euphoric
in
schemes
Scattered
through
dreams
Prophetic
she
seems
But
I
know
in
the
end
she'll
come
crawling
back
Oh,
how
I
had
to
laugh
Profound
in
her
wake
Coked
up
on
dates
There
she
goes
again
As
she's
scratching
out
the
eyes
of
the
wanton
that
suits
Black
painted
nails
With
stockings
to
suit
And
she's
wiping
up
the
flares
Talking
all
the
dares
And
she's
playing
with
her
mane
Snarling
my
domain
Scrunching
the
frames
Oh,
I
went
along
with
her
What
else
could
I
do?
What
else
could
I
do?
What
else
could
I
do?
Elections
of
ideas
Tantalise
my
ears
and
say
And
they
say
Profound
in
her
wake
Coked
up
on
dates
There
she
rides
again
And
with
stockings
to
suit
What
else
could
I
do?
And
with
stockings
to
suit
What
else
could
I
do?
And
with
stockings
to
suit
What
else
could
I?
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