Destroyer Modern Painters

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Modern painters can’t decide
Why every time she smiles it’s just a dream
Of a world inside…
There’s a world inside…
There’s a drunkard picking fights with the bride
On what we thought would be a new, new day…

You could always stay in tonight
And see if what the walls have been whispering is right…
I mean, that shit is right up your alley, isn’t it?…
A girl in every port
But the world still makes sport of you, saying –
„Go find a reason… Call it Helicopter Season…
Now, repeat after me –
Is it for This I have hunted?”

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Modern painters can’t decide…
(don’t cry)