N.C. | Cathal Coughlan Music

INTRO (x2)

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VERSE 1

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We never grew in more than bone

Hence the

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harsh

words

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Hence to bare rooms with battle scars

From when I

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go

The

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day almost

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fled paints all

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pale structures red

From the

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downed fence to the

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sad retail

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shed

And the guest is rather

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late, expectations less than

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great

Cobwebbed patterns on the

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plates, downcast eyes in fallen

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face

Does the Nazi drink cham

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pagne? If he destroys her, will he stay?

Are my lover’s tears

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too profane?

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VERSE 2

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Lit-up windowpane seen from where slack flesh grows bitter

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cold

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Step inside the door, looking down, she tenses, and she

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smokes some more

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raise what I took for a

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rose in the dusk

A

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dead briar, its Its roots in the

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air

And the guest is confi

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dent, crossing oceans no de

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fence

Those who sense your credits

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lapse drop the act and just sweep

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past

Neo-Cathecume

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nate, ask for peanuts, you’re an

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ape

Will it follow us un

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til we’re

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clay?

If you would

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just lift off some

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weight, people might a

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nimate

If you would

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just lift off some

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weight, people might a

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nimate

FADE

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