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The shape of a zodiac lung Is beckoning like a bad christ It hovers above your head It's pulling the world over my life If you don't hear a word I'm saying You can't cover it with your hair You can't hide it in your army coat You've got the milltown demon stare You forgot all the letters that you wrote You can't hear a word I'm saying No you can't hear a thing at all When I die it'll be because of you There I'll lie and it'll all point to you It's fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all It's fuck ups like you that never seem to go away The shape of the zodiac lung Is like the shape of the back of my hand And I'll knock you across this room And I'll bury my head in the sand You won't feel my love type baby No you won't feel a thing at all When I die it'll be because of you There I'll lie and it'll all point to you It's fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all It's fuck ups like you that never seem to die I don't know why From Letras Mania