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Cursive - The Farewell Party Lyrics

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  • "Bon Voyage"
  • And promptly he hung up the phone
  • There was a doorbell ringing
  • So he snuck out onto the terrace
  • He said "If these were my last words,
  • would they even make print?
  • If all I had to say was simply over said
  • by those old heretics."
  • These words are counterfeit
  • Xeroxed off of memory
  • And no one's listening
  • Hey
  • Twilight dawns
  • All the champagne is gone
  • All that's left is left behind
  • Doorbells, still lives
  • "Since you're leaving
  • was it a hollowed out heart?
  • It seems like you've been yearning for some wordly position.
  • Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball."
  • It seems the world collapses
  • In the mother's womb
  • The place of birth
  • Where we're all condemned
  • It's the warm, sad, jaded end
  • Starving for salvation of a terrace
  • Drunk, tired, and alone
  • Farewell dead skin
  • These words are second-hand
  • They're dry
  • They're cracked-plastic lies
  • They're cheap old whores
  • Who wasted their lives
  • In search of the warmest womb

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