Letra de The Contortionist - Lagwagon

In a chalk dotted line
Draw a kid, left behind
Severed limbs in harmony
Strumming from a few good deeds
Carry it to survive
To a bed half alive
Held before a dozen times
Deep inside a funeral for a friend�
Runs in portions like film clips
Run, run
Rundown the list
The memoirist
Like kindling
Burn, burn, burn, and burn down
I will stay inside
The saved
It�s a good mourning
They will ignite you (soon)
The doomed
I will write for you
Of a boy, damaged goods
Of a bench, understood
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For a spell, the soul resides
In a yellow chalk outline
Carry on the camel�s back
Have another heart attack
To the cure I would drive
Played that scene a hundred times to date
Today�s ambition, to relate
In a sustaining saccharine state
Impart the burden and get well
It�s what everyone�s trying to sell
Anything you want it to be
Weigh the screenplay and revise
Warp, warp, warp with the contortionist
So hopelessly ill-fated everyday
He will stay inside
The doomed
It�s a good mourning to loom
They will inspire him
The saved Innocently filling graves