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Slowly Slowly

Suicidal Evangelist

 

Suicidal Evangelist

(álbum: Race Car Blues - 2020)


I can read the paper in a thousand different ways
And I can tell you how I'm feeling, but only when I'm on stage
And I can tell it's understood, 'cause I can hear it in your smile
Curving round your words and downwards in a spiral
Those big container ships, you never see 'em move
But you turn away to talk and they're right in front of you
I cherry picked the fights I was willing to ignite
A suicidal evangelist took me for a ride

It's not what I wanted, but I think this will do
I flew like an anvil before I found you
I was sick of the comforts the stains on my hands
But when I crawl up beside you I start to make plans
And I think of myself now as what you tell me you see
I don't cry in the morning and I smile when I sleep
The cold snap of those lights as I walk through the dark
I forget all those old lines 'cause I got a new part

Now when I see that old stranger he goes to tip his hat
Looks around to check the time and disappears just like that
I get to cherry pick the nights I extend the invites
Dear suicidal evangelist, you're full of shit and I won't die

It's not what I wanted, but I think this will do
I flew like an anvil before I found you
I was sick of the comforts the stains on my hands
But when I crawl up beside you I start to make plans
And I think of myself now as what you tell me you see
I don't cry in the morning cause I like what I see
The cold snap of those lights as I walk through the dark
I forget all those old lines 'cause I got a new part
Look, suicidal evangelist, there's no more room in my heart

There's no more room in my heart
There's no more room in my heart
There's no more room in my heart
There's no more room in my heart

There's no more room in my heart
There's no more room in my heart
There's no more room in my heart
There's no more room in my heart

hecho

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