It's what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers
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Faces on the wall, we can't touch you but you move our hobby
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Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby
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Open up the door, see an angel and you'll lose your body
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My body...
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Her angel...
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Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets
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Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell
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Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer
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Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel me touch your ear
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Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured
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Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can't take them
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Flinching finds me first, so I'll hide 'til she is in the basement
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When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling
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Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire
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Isabelle, Isabelle they're all talking you're not well
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Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads
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Say my name, say my name can't you hear me I'm to blame
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(There have been sadder days...)
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Starting to rotting... pretty angel
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Grab the preachers throat, can't you see the light within the shutters
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Who set up the ball, don't you see your dancing frees my chances
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Put me on my feet, there's an angel with a hand that's open
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Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him
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Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets
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Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me where I dwell
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Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre
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It's a shame, it's a shame don't you see me, I'm to blame
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Some people's lives awake to itsy-bitsy I'm-so-sorry's
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The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say
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"The birds are calling for you please don't follow..."
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La Rapet
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| Animal Collective |
