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letra de skyscraper - logan posthumous

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[verse 1]
suicidal seagulls, diving in the golden sea
wallowing in self-regret, the leaden angels plea
that corporatism prevails (the adverts all say to me…)

[verse 2]
the moths are getting restless, they’re climbing up our legs
the ghosts are getting agitated, begging for their dregs…
harming small-time drivers up on besotted st.
pretending to be heaven, as is ever, and is fleet…

[chorus 1]
high!
high skyscr-per, oh yеah

[monologue pt.1]
inamongst the overzealou-
-sorship carriеd out by the-
-bourbon and orphan’s blood, sat bazmark luhrmann, mildly confused-
-his mediocre, light-entertainment autership style-
-been forced onto a table-
-“oh well”, he-
-ster. there was a g-
-[?] he was probably quite weak. k-

[pre-chorus 1]
it puts me into an abstract
mood hoping only for the harlots:
[chorus 2]
high!
high skyscr-per, oh yeah

[monologue pt.2]
-whether the guard was strong-
-propos of nothing. as plo-
-in his chair.-
-ack. baz took this to mean-
-is within reach-
-would be easy.

[pre-chorus 2]
it puts me into an abstract
mood hoping only for the harlots…

[monologue proper pt.1]
as to quite how baz luhrmann had ended up in a jail cell was quite unknown. there had surely been a mishap.
yet, still, the unsurprisingly fujimorist world government had stuffed him in a small, locked room, alongside kenneth charles loach, and the disinterred ashes of richard, brother of david.

[monologue pt.3]
having unlocked the door, baz was shocked to see his comrades not follow. loach bemoaned the escape; it was obvious it was a trap, and who knows what beaur-
-baz shrugged and took his leave.

[chorus 3]
high!
high skyscr-per, oh-
[monologue pt.4]
baz was behind a wall, luckil-
-ware; who could have known that this guard was-
-, the cell door was still open, and just one glance towards it w-
-the guard catch on.
pretty quickly,-
-ded his alarm.
baz, having completely misjudged the situation, had cornered himself. the cell was part of-

[monologue proper pt.2]
now, quite how he managed to escape his cell, and quite why he escaped alone; well, you wouldn’t believe me if i told you.
and, so…
…i won’t.

- logan posthumous

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