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Текст песни The Puritan

Because the flash of a blade
Is one less getting paid
There in the line

And the ice and gold
Is just a double code
It's a paradigm
For every little thing
That fashion gives you

Yeah

So the puritan
On a monday morning said happy sad melody
I'm waltzing on an amazing pulse
In a pornographic sea

Where the absent blade
Is one less in the parade
To throw overboard
and the ice and gold
it's just a double code
it's a metaphor
for every little thing
that fashion gives you

i'm falling into something that
plays upon the metronome
in your heart
it's smoke and it's mirrors
until the auto cue starts
then the dry ice comes
and we start sucking our thumbs on the tv
and the joy of people
spirited away so merrily
it's part of every little thing that fashion gives you