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Finch lyrics : "Ink"

I climbed the mountain top
I saw the bottom drop
I cling to driftwood

I swin in a deep world

Words unspoken seem so foreign

Have you heard this one

The hair on the back of your neck stands

Another way out, another way out
The armies have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up

Ink runs into my cup
I sip in piffany


Think 'bite tarantula'
Taste of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol

Blood filling the bottle

Swollen eyelids

Baffled by this
Tell us what you see


The hair on the back of your neck stands
Another way out, another way out
The armies have escaped

The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip and pitty from it


I've bitten my lip for the last time
Fog lifts up for the blind

Free of body free of mind
I will not hold up rest inside
Ink spills on paper

Paper spells my blood
Ink spills on paper
Paper spells my blood


The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup

I sip and pitty from it
The armies have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up

Ink runs into my cup
I sip and pitty from it
The armies have escaped


Ink spills on paper (ink spills on paper)
Paper spells my blood (paper spells my blood)

Ink spills on paper (ink spills on paper)
Paper spells my blood

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