| Make your way to the basement
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| Say hi to the queen
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| She’s grateful for your sacrifice
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| But it won’t be how it seems
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| Her love is stashed away in tins
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| Her teeth are chipped but clean
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| Since the revolution came
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| That’s just the way it’s been
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| Every day she begs the truth
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| And every day I lie
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| On maps I chart where thousands march
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| Though we number 25
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| See the trees and see their branches
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| Burning bright with palace stanchions
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| I will not tell lies to you
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| I would love her here today
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| Sometimes when her eyelids fall
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| I don’t know what to say
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| The queen is here crowned in complaisance
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| An empty throne astride
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| I close my eyes and it’s here in me
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| And ornate frieze and glaze break down
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| Into my heart
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| Break down into my heart
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| And all the freezing days break down into my heart beneath the ground
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| I conceal you here but you are far from free or safe and sound
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| All the days break down into my heart
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| You’re hiding nothing here to warm my heart
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| For I am not the same man now
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| Who once mistook your mess for a work of art
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| That only he could read somehow
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| I feel less lonely when we’re apart
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| But I am not the same man now
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| Who once mistook your mess for a work of art
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| That only he could read somehow
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| Warm and warm and warm my heart
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| For I am not the same man now
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| Make your way to the basement
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| Say hi to the queen
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| If she feigns an interest
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| Don’t dwell on where she’s been
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| See the trees with blackened branches
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| Defy the night with palace stanchions
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| I cannot tell lies to you
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| I would love her here today
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| The queen stands brooding in the basement
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| A hunger in her eyes
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| The weight of every move she makes
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| Will help your world capsize
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| I close my eyes and she’s here in me
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| And ornate frieze and glaze break down
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| Into my heart
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| All the missing days break down into my heart beneath the ground
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| I am concealed in here with you but dare not move or make a sound
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| All the days break down into my heart
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| All the days break down into my heart
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| You’re hiding nothing here to warm my heart
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| For I am not the same man now
|
| Who once mistook your mess for a work of art
|
| That only he could read somehow
|
| I feel less lonely when we’re apart
|
| But I am not the same man now
|
| Who once mistook your mess for a work of art
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| That only he could read somehow
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| Warm and warm and warm my heart
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| For I am not the same man now
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| Summer come and warm my heart
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| For I am not the same man now |