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Cool your karma I've a thought Stranger bedfellows indeed Had a burden spite my years Loosed a pocket watch below Funny thing innit Almost missed my entrance there Who'd have thought a shattered window Now I'm just a clutched throat On you go On you go I've got mirrors tucked in boxes Just reflecting nothing never on Took the keys past the teeth Ain't no answers for you now Ain't it the queerest thing All my holy robes have gone to thread Ain't it fucking strange All my holy robes have gone to thread Ain't it strange Last night I downed a pint of whisky Last night I was razor to the glass Last night I fucked my soul away Ain't it the strangest thing Ain't it the strangest thing Garbled noise in the phone again Garbled noise in the phone again Garbled noise in the phone again In the phone again Is there no comfort left now In this strange skin I woke up with feathers on my tongue Same damn song same damn song I woke up with feathers on my tongue Seems a grasp will fail me Ain't it a shame Ain't it