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The Tear Garden Album



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Feathered Friends
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To Mourn The Death Of Color
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Six Of One
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Don't try to bluff
I'm wearing these shades
I anticipate the moves that you make
I'm calling you now
I'm watching you sweat
I'm shaking you down
If I were your friend, well, I'd hit you now
I must stay ahead
I'm checking the scores, beginning to end
It's you who shouts more
But me who has led
Yet you're shouting more
We'll come to the end, and I'll lose this war
Oh you've changed the law
Yes you've changed the law
Less is more

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Can you recall that little boy with blood-red hair
He'd kick your chair, he'd twist your arm, he didn't care
Did you ever wonder what became of Billy-Boy?
Wonderboy, the teacher's pet
Come in Billy, take a seat
Let's hear about the fun you had
This is your life
This is your life
Shake Billy's hand, kiss Billy's wife
This is your life
Remember George, who took it all against the wall?
As George the Frisbee, George the Ball?
He'd whistle as he'd fly
And you'd stand by and cheer the guys on
How's your karma?
Did you ever wonder what became of Rubber George?
This is your life
This is your life
Shake Georgie's hand, but watch his knife
This is your life
Remember Joan, you met her on the phone
That night alone you felt frustrated
Joan, the she-wolf in the shower
Always in the shower
Did you ever wonder what became of Joan the Moan?
This is your life
This is your life
Shake Joanie's gland, kiss her wife
This is your life
And it's over

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What if the demons are dying
But fighting as they fade
What if this last big battle
is a just shallow play
What waits on the other side
When the fear has gone away
Was it all for nothing
Will they stand there laughing
Will they see you naked
Where you gonna' hide x3

If you can see it coming
You better be prepared
Cast your faith on the wind
Thats blowing through your hair
Walk upon this fragile world
Like you're walking on air
It was all for something
They will see you laughing
They will see you naked
Nothing left to hide x3

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Raised by wolves abandoned
Forced to stalk you
Haunt your neighborhood.

But full moon shocked
They raised their rifles
Whites of eyes - I'm stronger.

Slipped through cracks across your wall
I scrape the sand now from your soles
And eat your heart out
And it's cold

See me. You won't see me at your door.

Heard me howling with regret
There is no pleasure - can't forget
The faces or the fear
The fires

(Backwards): You won't see me at your door

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This one's frivolous, it's laughing
Laughing loudly on my tongue
I think but sadly
Sadly it's me who gets the crumbs
I shall nibble with respect, ma'am
I shall pass on all the rest, ma'am
Lick your fingers, I shall crawl, ma'am
Crawl up to you on my knees
I get the peas, I get the peel, I get the pips, I pass the rest
A lovely service, but confess
Now did you cheat while playing chess?
Rattling sabers on your breast, ma'am
This job's okay, but has no prospects, ma'am
I get the peas, I get the peel, I get the pips, I pass the rest

. . .

Feathered Friends

[No lyrics]

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To Mourn The Death Of Color

[No lyrics]

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Six Of One

[No lyrics]

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