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letra de stained-glass windows - itstopstoday

took your weight off my walls, so my stained-gl-ss windows are in
full, full growth, full, full growth
and i like
dank golden autumns, cold–ss winters
breaking all of my oaths
and watching those who bite my throat
now it’s illegal to be part of those who ain’t no part of you
you ain’t got me, i’m the sun at the sunset at the seaview
and it’s illegal to be part of those who ain’t no part of you
ran out of evidence, for my eyebrows you gotta pardon me
might regret in future ’bout this trip to the white noise
but in mu church
freedom comes and all of them bishops pull out the toys

dead are all summers like dead are all nude bodies
better never see the white skin, wait for autumn, add more clothes
dumb sunny days had better never come after night studies
got your hands off
how you had taken off

now those who ain’t gouged away and ain’t shot yet away
are sought

still i feed self-esteem with cries and moans
and maybe that is weak of me and mean of me but i got used to
funny is your guess-work
should have been paid in deutsch marks
and still hard
to tell it from that dogs’ bark

stained-gl-ss, sorry, i hurt you but
thought you’re my virtual
all for that honey
stained-gl-ss, sorry, i’m plastic as
beaches, and only past
somehow can touch me

now those who ain’t gouged away and ain’t shot yet away
are sought

ain’t gouged away

watching mister
ripley
sipping guiness
stout
talking with faust and hamlet and all them others in doubt
they would understand me if i told ’em how i feel about
all the factories of faith by the end of a season sold out
and two were smoking in my mouth and to stop it i was unable
back then should have understood we’re all desperately unfaithful
used to mash up my adressees and being heavily retrospective
got one more ugly thing to say: gothics made effective, so i’m like
stained-gl-ss
sorry, i hurt you but
thought you’re my virtual
all for that honey
stained-gl-ss, sorry, i’m plastic as
beaches, and only past
somehow can touch me
stained-gl-ss, sorry, i hurt you but
thought you’re my virtual
all for that honey
stained-gl-ss, sorry, i’m plastic as
beaches, and only past
somehow can touch me

- itstopstoday

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