The Dresden Dolls - The Living Room Songtexte

forty-seven strings are pulled
by this angelic, beaten girl
and it breaks our hearts to hear
the music that comes out of her
shoulders hang on folded chairs
this will be our church tonight
we have dug our foxholes here
not an atheist in sight
laughing, shaking, taking oaths
breaking sacramental cups
we pour the magic in our coats
thinking it can leave with us

but it
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