Pre- Chorus
Touch up your make-up
Smooth out your dress
Sunday’s best
Got to get out in front of this
Chorus
You can
Rest when your dead
But until then
Clear all the thoughts
Inside your head
Take a break from your condition
I really think you want
Everybody to know
Shop window
Verse 1
Plays a last lament
For another fallen
soldier
And the flag
Folded precisely
Makes her lose her
composure
The children
Can’t understand
Why we are fighting at all
And she thought
Bob Dylan
Put an end to all these wars
Verse 2
The manikins
Come alive
In the middle of the night
And the talisman
Shines like a beacon
Of light
She is an actress
Swallowing some
Of life’s bitter pills
It’s so hard when
Hardcore pays so much more
Than something more meaningful
Verse 3
Ambition
Said don’t lose
Sight of rising ships
Acid tongues
Should stay onboard
The battleships
The Cure said
The tap goes
Drip drip drip drip
Drives you crazy
But don’t let it slip
Through your fingertips
M8
I see my reflection
Is not as pretty
As it used to be
But I don’t
Care about that
Like I did
When I used it
To be something
I am afraid of
Now I feel like
I am much more
Like I imagined me to be
I am still
A working in progress
It’s a labor of love
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