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Don McLean
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Aftermath - 1992 Digital Remaster
Windows in a silent room, Sunlight burns the walls to black. Angles and dimensions melt While colors drip and pillows crack- Reflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheet, A ribbon film of seperate frames Lying curled up at my feet.
The film is just a snake-design And the photographs are fading fast... These are not memories of mine- I have no future... no past...
I have seen a thousand afternoons Dissolve into the night. Like sugar crystals on a spoon They disappear from sight. Grey days from the crispest morning To the warmest afternoon... In this room.
And I like to draw The face I saw so long ago. My image in the mirror tells the jagged lines Which way to go. A black-and-white description of The sole survivor of the Holocaust. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com All the rest were lost.
Do you see this paper face? It has no color or no mood. My eyes are ageless as am I! I need no sleep, I need no food. I am a king! But like a child, The other children laugh at me... Tongues of fire wagging wild, They dance around me merrily.
I'll kill them all, And if I fail, I'll kill whoever I can find. Then they'll beg me to be kind.
My eyes have seen far more Than eyes can ever tell: This planet plunged through mushroom fires Of earthly hell. I know that my sweet Jesus said He would return... But Babylon has fallen, And the cities...
Burn.
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