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He's a shattered sculpture |
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He's a deaf conductor |
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And his only score is burning |
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So they hit the doldrums |
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In joint discordance |
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It's a wordless, dead-end sermon |
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Like a violin scrape |
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Like the hiss of a tape |
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It always sounds unnerving |
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And it needs us the most |
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'Cos it feeds off the host |
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And it softly stays disturbing |
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Here's a ticket for the front row view |
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The saddest orchestra, it only plays for you |
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Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune |
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Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune |
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Passing ships in the night |
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Not an end in sight |
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And we're stuck in uncharted waters |
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So you shrink in your chair |
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As it resolves nowhere |
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And it ends in quiet disorder |
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Here's a ticket for the front row view |
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The saddest orchestra, it only plays for you |
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Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune |
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Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune |
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There is no beauty in here |
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We keep our hands in the dirt |
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Don't need to seek a prayer |
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Or say any poignant words |
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But even when good and bad |
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I need you in sickness & health |
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There is no beauty in here |
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I don't want anyone else |
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Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune |
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Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune |