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letra de gold thread - coffin varnish

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[verse 1]
i sewed my fantasies together with thread i borrowed from god
and i wrapped some ‘round myself to cover my flaws
and it’s shining like gold in the sunlight
but it keeps me up, glowing all night
and it slides round my throat while i’m trying to sleep
and i’m choking on feathers and light as i weep

[pre-chorus]
baby, i fell hard, and i fell from high above the earth
i’m trying to claw my way back up to find some sense of worth

do you have a knife? can you cut me free?
i’ll do anything, anything you want of me
these wings are heavy, covered in mud
this thread’s pulled tighter than i thought that it could

[chorus]
baby, put me up on the stand, and i’ll testify against mysеlf
isn’t it grand, isn’t it entertainment?
tеll me what you want me to say
all the words that you’ll applaud for
i’ll take a bow as they lower me into the grave

[verse 2]
i’ll burn myself down just to give you a show
and while you’re watching me, the thread starts to let me go
but the second you turn away, when i’m no longer on display
the falling’s induced and the thread’s like a noose
and i’m choking on my own pride
[pre-chorus]
baby, i fell hard, and i fell from high above the earth
i’m trying to claw my way back up to find some sense of worth

do you have a knife? can you clip my wings?
i’ll be a bird in your cage, oh how pretty i’ll sing
but you have to promise you won’t let me go
i forgot how to fly, if i ever did know

[chorus]
baby, put me up on the stand, and i’ll testify against myself
isn’t it grand, isn’t it entertainment?
tell me what you want me to say
all the words that you’ll applaud for
i’ll take a bow as they lower me into the grave

[bridge]
i can’t touch the dreams i made for myself
i think i might’ve made them higher than was good for my health
but it’s too late now
hey god, can you throw the ball back over the fence?
i think i might’ve screwed up, i should’ve dreamed a little less
but it’s too late now

[pre-chorus]
baby, i fell hard, and i fell from high above the earth
i’m trying to, i’m trying to, to find some sense of worth
do you have a knife? can you make me bleed?
i deserve to hurt if i can’t succeed
this thread pulls tight and i can’t breathe
these wings are on fire and my hands start to bleed

[chorus]
baby, put me up on the stand, and i’ll testify against myself
isn’t it grand, isn’t it entertainment?
tell me what you want me to say
all the words that you’ll applaud for
i’ll take a bow as they lower me into the grave

- coffin varnish

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