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  • Текст песни The Clientele - E.M.P.T.Y.

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    When I'm riding home at night now
    I get in so tired
    To the saws and bows that spell out
    E-M-P-T-Y

    But driving west now
    Half-past five
    My skin is cut
    My hands are knives
    I could be anyone alive
    But I just can't fit
    And it's too late to quit

    When the night air comes to me
    I wonder if the days I've lived through count

    With the world strung like a rosary
    Through faces moving in the crowd

    What is the color and the number
    When happiness begins?
    When the knight waits in the laurels
    Hesitating...

    I found a clarity I've never known
    In fag-end weeks before I left for school
    The darkness in the pylons
    And the smoke and creosote
    Cancelling the faces that we knew

    Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
    Those simple words, those lovers' signs?
    The hand is dealt, the cards are played
    But i just can't fit
    And it's too late to quit

    I saw them, and I knew them all
    Inside a sheet of flame
    I saw them, and I knew them all
    Inside a sheet of flame

    When I'm riding home at night now
    I get in so tired
    To the saws and bows that spell out
    E-M-P-T-Y
    E-M-P-T-Y
    E-M-P-T-Y

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