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Sculptor

๐Ÿ‘ค Luluc โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Sculptor โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:05
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Sitting with the politicians
Suiting up, these rags need stitching
How'd I get to this part of the plane?
A nomad riding a luxury train, in the sky

Do politicians wanna be musicians?
A rock star with a party line
A folk tune we know the words to
Empty sounds, resounding sounds of nothing

The ladies dancing the safety demonstration
Painted faces nothing out of place
Would they stay that way if we tumbled to crash?
Perfect dolls, would we float?
Salted, washed, lifted, lost, but found somewhere else
Found somewhere else

Taken by light
Brightest on the other side
Let me know the colour and trace of my worst fears
And face them without a tremor
Without the slightest sense of dread
But as the ghost of my unruly head made to see its own kind
Its own creation
And a final place

The most beautiful, serene sculpture my hands could make
Could trace, could make
Could trace, could make
Could trace, could break

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:15.18]Sitting with the politicians
[00:18.92]Suiting up, these rags need stitching
[00:21.42]How'd I get to this part of the plane?
[00:25.96]A nomad riding a luxury train, in the sky

[00:37.65]Do politicians wanna be musicians?
[00:42.45]A rock star with a party line
[00:45.75]A folk tune we know the words to
[00:50.42]Empty sounds, resounding sounds of nothing

[00:59.73]The ladies dancing the safety demonstration
[01:04.01]Painted faces nothing out of place
[01:09.49]Would they stay that way if we tumbled to crash?
[01:14.43]Perfect dolls, would we float?
[01:18.29]Salted, washed, lifted, lost, but found somewhere else
[01:26.28]Found somewhere else

[01:33.66]Taken by light
[01:36.99]Brightest on the other side
[01:39.91]Let me know the colour and trace of my worst fears
[01:46.92]And face them without a tremor
[01:50.98]Without the slightest sense of dread
[01:55.20]But as the ghost of my unruly head made to see its own kind
[02:02.38]Its own creation
[02:06.22]And a final place

[02:10.14]The most beautiful, serene sculpture my hands could make
[02:22.50]Could trace, could make
[02:30.76]Could trace, could make
[02:38.87]Could trace, could break
[02:50.37]

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