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I¡¯ll press my face up to your railings
I¡¯ll listen, you¡¯ve still got a little unused pain
A little hurt
A little further

Don¡¯t burn your hand on the window
If you just want to take in the view
Don¡¯t you bend my wicked mind
With your mumbo-jumbo torture
If it¡¯s all the same to you
It¡¯s all the same...

Here we are, we¡¯re here forever
We're gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother
But you're lovely and dark
It¡¯s getting darker now

You press your face to my railings
I¡¯ve still got a little unused pain
I¡¯ll shoot you down
With my good-luck paradox
With my teeth and my brain
With my teeth and my brain

My death, it¡¯s holy and awesome
It¡¯s as common as muck on a spade
I¡¯m not afraid now
I¡¯m not afraid now

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RAILINGS
Mansun



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