The Verlaines
Текст песни Death And The Maiden

You're just too, too obscure for me
Oh, you don't really get through to me
And there's no need for you to talk that way
Is there any less pessimistic things to say?

Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like Death and The Maiden

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I still choose to lose the way I like
Fool around, split my lungs out of spite
But I won't reject so long as you make sense
But I'm through with the rooms and vague intentions

You shouldn't talk to me
Find better company
There's better people to know
You'll only end up like Rimbaud
Get shot by

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The way you think is oh-so-bloody stale
Your sanity looks pretty frail
You have to clutch at every tiny straw
And I can't stomach that at all

Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like Death and The Maiden

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