Glassjaw - Secret Song

Fraudulent miracles make miracles sinches.
The rice paper princess gets two for her flinches.

*Fuck you*

In the midst of the perfection,
The rain on the parade made this crowning day the horns on the hood of the saint.

*Fuck you*

But never the two shall meet,
Said the tiger to its greatest fan.
The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand.

And now you leave me in defeat.
Leave me a battered, broken man.
The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand.

Now I have you where I want you.
I know that you are listening.
This is my chance to tell you everything.

*Fuck you*

My chance to tell you I love you, but I've waited to long,
And now the record's over.
Now the record's over.

*Fuck you again*

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