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Jarboe - Wooden Idols lyrics
Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament Dirty canvases to call my own Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone In your picture book I'm trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, |
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