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Voxtrot - Kid Gloves lyrics
Listen to the sounds of ringing out around you These are the cries of a dying breed Politics of hate you'd never get around to Blood over brains that we never need I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed Fixed in the post like a silent stone Serenity in tact, it's the feeling that I lack Life in the floors of a stable home I can trace you on paper like a sketch of a smell You're what breath to a runner in contest In close to the nerve, but you rest so far away And I have to give it up someday Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me Pretending in a love like this I have no choice but to put you in back of me Don't cover my footsteps Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader You're dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me You'd have to touch me with kid gloves You have to touch me with kid gloves By me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill I never felt so alive at once Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still Pressed to the drain of the common months Cheer me up, cheer me up, I'm a miserable fuck Cheer me up, cheer me up, I'm a tireless bore Cheer me up, cheer me up, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself Yes I'm a vanity whore Beause it's race and it's power at the center of life We abide to the people who need us But you're the kind of person who could understand that fault And I hope to measure you someday Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me Pretending in a love like this I have no choice but to put you in back of me Don't cover my footsteps Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader Dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me You'd have to touch me with kid gloves You'd have to touch me with kid gloves Cheer me up, cheer me up, I'm a miserable fuck Cheer me up, cheer me up, I'm a tireless bore Cheer me up, cheer me up, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself Yes I'm a vanity whore When you compromise yourself like that It's dead occasion So even on friendship Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader Dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me You'd have to touch me with kid gloves You'd have to touch me with kid gloves. |
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