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William Patrick Corgan – Martinets lyrics
Accordingly, it's fare-thee-well
Gonna take on a [?] red [?] swells
The bugle boys, you roam
One hunt for Jericho and one for me
Rave, the [?]
Pray for the child unbroken to [?]
Dwell, persuasion [?]
It's love, this pact you've made
No real fortune saved
No enchantment
Next will come distant [?]
I'm wretched but the scene is [?]
For it's never ours, I'm told
It's just me and you
We perish, free
To dive right back to sleep
Asleep
To sleep
If myth and [?] are rest [?]
And an [?] moves [?]
And poison strays, a syrup's mouth
Wept to the [?] kept for kicks
It's perished in fragile [?]
With quizlings groomed straight from their fix
For candor, for me, suffer [?]
Achieve by the steps alone
Majestic, more than [?]
Dear fantastic, swing rhythms of the mind
Your sentience is the matter of a kind
Day-for-night, day, night
For it's never ours, I'm told
It'just me and you
Spun aeroplanes
An old duck or an altar
For an altar
For a kiss
Gonna take on a [?] red [?] swells
The bugle boys, you roam
One hunt for Jericho and one for me
Rave, the [?]
Pray for the child unbroken to [?]
Dwell, persuasion [?]
It's love, this pact you've made
No real fortune saved
No enchantment
Next will come distant [?]
I'm wretched but the scene is [?]
For it's never ours, I'm told
It's just me and you
We perish, free
To dive right back to sleep
Asleep
To sleep
If myth and [?] are rest [?]
And an [?] moves [?]
And poison strays, a syrup's mouth
Wept to the [?] kept for kicks
It's perished in fragile [?]
With quizlings groomed straight from their fix
For candor, for me, suffer [?]
Achieve by the steps alone
Majestic, more than [?]
Dear fantastic, swing rhythms of the mind
Your sentience is the matter of a kind
Day-for-night, day, night
For it's never ours, I'm told
It'just me and you
Spun aeroplanes
An old duck or an altar
For an altar
For a kiss
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