Kenny Gibler (Play the Piano Like a Disease)

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Kenny Gibler (Play the Piano Like a Disease)

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Fight priest, Fight Take pictures And make alright what you have lost (pictures) I've pride back to the ground Fight priest, Fight Take pictures Take pictures You got all you want But you've got a wreck Everyone in this whole wide world Wake up (panic) Everyone in this whole wide world Wake up (panic) Fortune wears a red dress But her bones smell of death Fortune wears a red dress But her bones smell of death (Panic) They all stare (Panic) but no one seeks (Panic) They all claim (Panic) but no one speaks (Panic) They all hear (Panic) what they want (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher Beware of these sheep In the costume of wolves Lies: they come in pairs of two And we only die twice But for such a long time Just because you kiss a lot Well, that don't mean you're in love Just because you've begun That doesn't mean you've won Well I was a second son Not born but just once And all my friends be gray They fade out They all close the door And no one speaks out loud They fade out They're fading Take my heart, Prophet Take my heart, Prophet Take my heart, Prophet Take my heart, Prophet

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  • Josh Scogin