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I did not pay attention the first time you told
What makes you think I'd listen now?
Your tender trap has been so very overblown
What makes you think it'll work this time?
Your fingers they are still dancing upon my lips
But they don't feel the way they did
It seems tomorrow we'll be dancing on another tune
But we don't know the title yet

I don't care what you say anymore
You have fooled me a few times before
And though my hands and feet they are sore
If you look for me, I will be by the door

You really should downplay your parade of antics
There is no audience for you here
Put on your warpaint and do the routines as before
But don't expect another cheer

I can see myself fall down so slowly
I am getting wiser as I get lowly
I do not want your arms around me
I just want to get out of this house

The chilly wind will not deter me from the path I choose
The frost ahead of me is warmer than what I lose
The razor's edge is getting nearer nearer to me
Walking on thin ice is still better than remaining here

I sometimes wish I never was born
After such a long time feeling torn
I got carried away by the storm
And I will be better off alone.

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from Putting things on top of other things, released February 27, 2013
words & music Laurent Leemans

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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium

Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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