The Surgeon's House
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Lyrics
where did my father find this photograph? where is the spite, the narrowed eyes? she was so beautiful in black and white anywhere else, would i recognize that smile is it like mine? was this before she died from making the best of it? prehistory in tacked-up polaroid proof of a life nothing survived anger like amber, where they're fossilized maybe i like the way it dulls the light anaesthetized were we ever alive? it's so cold inside the surgeon's house tonight
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:58
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 67 BPM