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Christian Tusk
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Prague
The air is so thin, so I breathe it in
Terracotta eyes, golems of skies, sharpen my sins
Ashes to lungs, foreign to tongue
Structure of bone, stands all alone, in the world that I won
The earthenware we pull from the land
Is pliable under the blade in our hand
Iron and milk, razor and silk
It's your custody to which I remand
My own personal Prague
To which my tissue has scarred
Meet me in the dirt
And we'll paint this town in tar
The curtain I chose is certain to close
Hiding away from the horror of days, never exposed
Relics of wrists growing to fists
Power so great, dust on my plate, can I be dismissed?
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The earthenware we pull from the land
Is pliable under the blade in our hand
Iron and milk, razor and silk
It's your custody to which I remand
My own personal Prague
To which my tissue has scarred
Meet me in the dirt
And we'll paint this town in tar
Just to preserve what we deserve
My own personal Prague
To which my tissue has scarred
Meet me in the dirt
And we'll paint this town in tar
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