Альбом Battles

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Singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh
singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh
singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh

kitchen is for cook, whoa-ey-oh
scissors at the barber, whoa-ey-oh
The Chorus Doesn't matter

The diamond that was stolen held the code that melted
water into letters spelling where it had been taken to.
In fact, I had a vision of the numbers corresponding with
the letters T-H-E-D-I-A-M-O-N-D.

They're suspended like a prism splitting floodlight to
poles of primary colours clawing the veil of the vacuum.
There's a picture of this given to authorities, the
sentence,"I'm an architect and here's my prison" written
on it.

With schematics so meticulous the measurements of
superimpositions of a room within the window make a
dream that ends up being such an entity in your
reflection, you are the dream to it, you are the prism.

The mirrors in the corner throwing images against the
other mirrors made counting corners impossible the
breaking news had counted one, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven corners of the
mirrored corners.

Why have you done what you have done something is so
sinister when staring at the diamond something you
have done sinister why have you done this am I in the
mirror am I what you have been staring at am I a
diamond?

Just like a reflection of a friend of mine, I am a
reflection of an enemy, am I a reflection of an enemy,
just like a reflection of a friend of mine?

Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
Oh i oh
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once
one time
i was amazed
natural delay
and your wide voice
got out of phase
i couldn't explain

why
would some
echo out race
a statement as vague as
"once
one time
i was amazed"
i was amazed

the night
the night is still
the night is still calm
still combative
but never attacks

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