Carthage Must Be Destroyed Songtext
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Forget the phone call it was just a fluke,
Like some static running free in the air.
The night was lonely,
The cable was fucked.
The wine in the glass left a ring.
Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
Who is the patron saint of aphasia?
Like some static running free in the air.
The night was lonely,
The cable was fucked.
The wine in the glass left a ring.
Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
Who is the patron saint of aphasia?
I had a speech once prepared and rehearsed,
But forgot how to speak for a day.
It's like an answer on the tip of your tongue,
Where the words fall apart and decay.
I tried to forget by laughing.
I tried to forget by drinking.
Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?
But forgot how to speak for a day.
It's like an answer on the tip of your tongue,
Where the words fall apart and decay.
I tried to forget by laughing.
I tried to forget by drinking.
Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad.
Lying around imagining the touch I never had.
Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?
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