Miles Coverdale (manos74) wrote,
Miles Coverdale
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Each night I lie awake
Completely alone
A voice is speaking
And I tremble,
For it's not my own
My own

I can't ignore it
Although I try
The intrusive whisper fascinates me
Here's why
Here's why

The shadows gather 'round as
The voice recites
The secret history of
My immortal soul

Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Ten thousand years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts

The record of my
Unspeakable crimes
In previous lives
In previous times
Indelibly stains
The pages of history

[clarinet solo]

Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Night after night
The voice recites my misdeeds
And puts me to sleep
And tells me I won't
Remember a thing

When morning comes at last
I rub my eyes
Forgetting everything
And thinking only of my plans
My plans

The world is spinning 'round, and
I'm on the top
And nothing in the world can
Ever make me stop

Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Ten thousand years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts
And only I know
Who's responsible

Indefensible
Reprehensible
Me!


--They Might Be Giants
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