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Artist/Band:
The Shins
Lyrics for Song: The Rifle's Spiral
Lyrics for Album: Port Of Morrow [2012]
Dead lungs command it.
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
And show us you've earned it.
Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes.
So long to this wretched form.
Down gray eyes on the subway.
Long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart.
Listen, now, we won't tell anyone.
But you're gonna tell the world.
This whole life ain't been any fun
Now your viscera unfurls.
As you rise; rise from your burning fiat,
Go, go get my suitcase, would you?
You've thoroughly blown their mind.
And now I must have passage home
Your life's two veins from your heart.
You're not invisible, now.
You just don't exist.
Your mother must be so proud.
You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish.
Primitive mural on the wall,
To fortify your grim resolve.
And made the glitz of a shopping mall
Another grain of indigent salt to the sea.
Good night to these wretched forms
All them gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart.
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| Album Lyrics: Port Of Morrow [2012] |
The Shins
"Port Of Morrow [2012]"
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