Vundabar – Paid For lyrics

Mother, I don't like seeing you walking worry lines to their end A crystal forms in the pressure and pain and silences the loudness There's a man selling flowers in the intersection Knee deep in the sun's syrup and resin And the day creeps, the mind squeaks Trying to stave off its own presence Don't ever pay for your painful You've got to get it for free Taking tarnish and tangle Making something to see But it gets painful Get me a plant that I can't kill, I'll get you an evening that you can't ruin My hand is a stamp, my tongue is a lane Cutting and blotting at their incongruence But a hand can't stamp itself, and a tongue can't lance itself Oh, I could be of use but I just need a little help So divide the parts, apply the marks And send them off like Christmas cards Don't ever pay for your painful You've got to get it for free Taking tarnish and tangle Making something to see I wanna lay with my lover In the heart of the river I just laughed at the weeds You made dandelion tea But it gets paid for Painful Hateful, hateful Idle idol Handful, handful Child, child Paid for, paid for Explain Request ×

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