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PHANTOM LIMB

THE SHINS

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Frozen into coats ,

White girls of the Nor th,

Fire past one, fire the one,

They are the fabled lambs,

A Sunday ham,

The ancient snow.

And they can float above the grass,

In circles if t hey tried,

A latent power I know they hide,

To keep some hope alive,

That a girl like I c ould ever try,

Could ever try.

So we just ski rt the hallway si gns,

A phantom and a fly,

Follow the lines and wonder why

There's no connection.

And weakened falling eyes,

In cheap shots from the t ribe,

And we're often in Marcus'porch again,

Another afternoon with the gold h ead tunes,

And pi lfered booze.

We wandered t hrough your mama's h ouse,

And the milk from the win dow lights,

Family port rait circa ninety-five ,

This is that f oreign land,

With the spray ed on tans,

And it all fe els fine,

Beats circus sl ime,

So, when they t ap our mundane heads,

To zombie-walk in our st ead,

This town seems hardl y worth our time,

And we'll no longer memorize or rhym e,

To fall along in o ur crime,

Stepping over what now towers to the sky,

With no connection.

So, when they t ap our mundane heads,

To zombie-walk in our st ead,

This town seems hardl y worth our time,

And we'll no longer memorize or rhym e,

To fall along in o ur crime,

Stepping over what now towers to the sky,

With no connection.

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Phantom Limb

The Shins

Wincing The Night Away

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Dernière modification : 2007-01-23

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