The Cure - The Figurehead

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Sharp and open leave me alone

I'm sleeping less every night

As the days become heavier and weighted

Waiting in the cold light a noise



A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten

With spiders inside them

And dust on the lips of a vision of hell

I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year



A hundred other words blind me with your purity

Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance



I think about tomorrow

Please let me sleep as I slip down the window

Freshly squashed fly

You mean nothing, you mean nothing



I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls

All the time lose me in the dark, please do it right



Run into the night, I will lose myself tomorrow

Crimson pain my heart explodes

My memory in a fire

Someone will listen, at least for a short while



I can never say no to anyone but you



Too many secrets too many lies, writhing with hatred

Too many secrets, please make it good tonight

With the same image haunts me, in sequence despair of time



I will never be clean again I touched her eyes

Pressed my stained face I will never be clean again

Touched her eyes Press my stained face

I will never be clean again I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again I will never be clean again

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