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Delar ur The Bright Eyes låt Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
The laughter pours from under doors in this house.
I dont understand that sound no more.
Seems artificial, like a T.V. set.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots.
Of that same head youve twice removed
Now a lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die.
Well, ha ha ha.
You combed your hair inside that mirror,
The one you painted blue
And glued with jewelry tears.
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better.
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say arent meant for anyone.
It’s just a mumbled sentence to
A passing acquaintance,
But there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering, and you understood,
And youd take care of me.
You'd always be there.
Well, where are you now?
And I sing and sing of awful things
Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
Den är värd att lyssna på
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWdw3_RQBe4
The laughter pours from under doors in this house.
I dont understand that sound no more.
Seems artificial, like a T.V. set.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots.
Of that same head youve twice removed
Now a lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die.
Well, ha ha ha.
You combed your hair inside that mirror,
The one you painted blue
And glued with jewelry tears.
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better.
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say arent meant for anyone.
It’s just a mumbled sentence to
A passing acquaintance,
But there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering, and you understood,
And youd take care of me.
You'd always be there.
Well, where are you now?
And I sing and sing of awful things
Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
Den är värd att lyssna på
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWdw3_RQBe4
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