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John Frusciante - Mascara lyrics
By john frusciante
 Transcribed by thatyou
 There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole
 In a set design
 Can you read your name
 It's been so long since we bloomed from the inside
 So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge
 Of a world under nothing sky
 You've been lying rye
 They claim men you dance under the moonlight
 Do what you think is the sum
 Buts it a flesh and blood of a
 Dismembered gone assembly
 In four thousands of your years
 Voice 1: you felt like history in your thighs
 Voice 2: you get four red candles
 Voice 2: on the table with your penis I arise
 Voice 1: you're the one that makes me realize
 Voice 1: with water flowing through to tomorrow
 Voice 2: glued to your addiction
 Voice 1: apples and cake must have been your mistake
 Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction
Voice 1: makes me feel like I'm alive
 Voice 1: you're hidden by your wooden legs
 Voice 2: you're my kind, you're my kindJohn Frusciante - Mascara - http://motolyrics.com/john-frusciante/mascara-lyrics.html
Voice 2: you always make me feel like a moon in my life
Voice 1: staring down at the world's head, all the time
 Voice 2: it always makes me feel good to know you're alive, wrapping your
 Ties
 Voice 1: down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built
 In your snake, your little dark house
Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow
 Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't
 Feel sunshine
 Voice 2: and if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? it's
 A hard road to the top of yourself. you'll always be alone.
Voice 1: the pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?
 Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love
 Someone like you. they'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but
 When you see creation coming you close your eyes. and to you I'm sure it's no
 Surprise that I could be one of the dead. thank God my underwear's full of
 Lead without you. without you.
 Voice 1: when you're around I'm wound around your thumb. you wanna be numb
 Inside the gun. all your different lights are one big fight against the
 Baby inside that you've mistaken for pain.












