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letra de the measure - sycamour

[intro: jeremy gilmore]
f-ck, again, i wanna be a man
but i love all the sin and the cigarette ash
black lips, amen, i wanna be a saint
but i love all the darkness, lights just burn my skin
let me in, let me in
i can make ’em understand, i can be your favorite lover
under all the blood and cement
i know i can be the sun
i can see the lights, lights
fl!ckering above your sanctuary
guide, guide
children of the night into the vultures den

[verse 1: jeremy gilmore]
fluorescent white light beams
through window frames to lie to mankind
deaf, dumb and blind
all fall in line in time to worship the sun
but it’s cold outside
won’t you come in?

[pre-chorus: tony sugent]
what is the measure of a man who
used to believe in something
used to believe i’d change everything but
i can’t remember why
now i can’t find the time to light this fire
behind my eyes

[chorus: jeremy gilmore]
oh, what’s to show?
a million-and-one love-lost souls?
you wanted control
but we both know
we’ll thrive where you can’t see the lights

[verse 2: jeremy gilmore]
drug obsessed, six o’clock stimulants
i need my medication, pump it in my veins, doctor (alright)
am i an actor? (alright) my stage falling apart
but i can’t see the sun, i can feel my heart

[chorus: jeremy gilmore]
oh, what’s to show
a million-and-one love-lost souls?
you wanted control
but we both know
we’ll thrive where you can’t see the lights

[verse 3: jeremy gilmore]
never been alive a day in my life
(we’re dancing underground)
tried to find god but we’re running out of time
(we’re dancing underground)
never really thought that i could trust you
(we’re dancing underground)
come to find out that’s all that i can do

[bridge: jeremy gilmore]
i want to die
spill my life force, watch it drain out of my veins
i’m to blame
pain derived from my self-righteous poetry
i want to die
spill my life-force, watch it drain out of my veins
i’m to blame
pain derived from my self-righteous poetry

[outro: tony sugent]
what is the measure of a ma- man
used to believe in something
used to believe i’d cha- cha- change
i can’t remember why
now i can’t find the ti- ti- ti- time
fire behind my eyes

- sycamour

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