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THE CRIBS lyrics : "City of Bugs"

It came to me like a voice from above
Or like a message in praise of platonic love
And if you stand in the booth

Then you don't have to sit with a stranger
A perfumed gust drifts to my core
I give you one last look

Through a cross-hatched door
But I'm messed up baby
Like the Berlin Wall

Tonight
It came to me like a voice from above
Or like a message in praise of platonic love

But I'm messed up baby
Like the Berlin Wall
Tonight


You feel the rape in the city of bugs
Fill the hole with glass�

�Vessels burst after love
But don't go too long without letting them know
That you're there

A perfumed gust drifts to my core
I give it one last look
It was a cross-hatched door

But I'm messed up baby
Like the Berlin Wall
Tonight


You came into reach
Like the Serpent and Peach

Came to me in the dream
That contractions set free
But it's never too late to admit to me

That you're worried
Never a choice
Don't remember your voice

I was born out of glass
I'll return there at last
In a shattering climax


The wall falls


It came to me like a voice from above
Or like a message in praise of platonic love
And if you stand in the booth

Then you don't have to sit with a stranger
You feel the rape in the city of bugs
Fill the hole with glass�

�Vessels burst after love
But don't go too long without letting them know
That you're there


Never a choice
Don't remember your voice

I was born out of glass
I'll return there at last
In a shattering climax

For left out children to carry
A world without sin is a laughable thing
So go out on a limb

Take a stone for a swim
In a shatterin climax


The wall falls

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