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Fire and famine Pestilence and sin But there's no surviving a hike in the rent Bottles on my vertebrae, vases are my mainstay For I am the glassblower, shards the heart of the pain Fashions, they come and go Well fashionable crowds, they know They know who is the glassblower And wherein is his lair Wine like a siren threads between the lives I've led Wind swims in my naked head with my legs in the air My veil is two centuries long, I sing forgotten songs Amongst the sarees and sarongs therein is my lair Fashions, they come and go And fashionable crowds, they know They know who is the glassblower And wherein is his lair Split and re-patched seams Badly re-patched dreams Underfunded council schemes And my legs in the air Fire and famine Letras de cancionesPestilence and sin But there's no surviving a hike in the rent Fashions, they come and go And fashionable crowds, they know They know who is the glassblower And wherein is his lair And says I'm only fair Her legs in the air From Letras Mania