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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Used to get drunk on thoughts here, In your skin as cold as Nevada. Groping through the interstate, It doesn’t matter when you arrive. She sits in the corner of the elevator, Your name choking in her tears. No rooms left to clean at night... No halls to pace your fears calm... No one lives in the House of Freaks. And I haven’t room for anymore children. Nothing stays in tact Even winter rips through the plastic. I laugh like I used to but the here and now is Just a frail shell. It doesn’t matter when you leave, The tears are not enough and enough is Not enough for you. No revolving doors to play with... No light bulbs to trade for cigarettes... No one lives in the House of Freaks. And I haven’t found you in anyone else. Ritalin, Demerol, Lithium, When you kiss me everything melts. I’m not sure what things are secrets But I’m way out past the desert anyway. Window shop for souls, Wave hello to the Hell Street residents, I’ll tangled up in your barbed wire dress Just to help you wipe that melancholy off your face. I’m still not satiated, So light my cigarettes and turn up the music. I’m still not waiting for your kiss, So light my cigarettes and turn up the music. from Skin Jobs, released March 6, 2005“
