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skyscraper - logan posthumous lyrics

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[verse 1]
suicidal seagulls, diving in the golden sea
wallowing in self*regret, the leaden angels plea
that corporatism prevails (the adverts all say to me…)

[verse 2]
the moths are getting restless, they’re climbing up our legs
the ghosts are getting agitated, begging for their dregs…
harming small*time drivers up on besotted st.
pretending to be heaven, as is ever, and is fleet…

[chorus 1]
high!
high skyscr*per, oh yеah

[monologue pt.1]
inamongst the overzealou*
*sorship carriеd out by the*
*bourbon and orphan’s blood, sat bazmark luhrmann, mildly confused*
*his mediocre, light*entertainment autership style*
*been forced onto a table*
*”oh well”, he*
*ster. there was a g*
*[?] he was probably quite weak. k*

[pre*chorus 1]
it puts me into an abstract
mood hoping only for the harlots:
[chorus 2]
high!
high skyscr*per, oh yeah

[monologue pt.2]
*whether the guard was strong*
*propos of nothing. as plo*
*in his chair.*
*ack. baz took this to mean*
*is within reach*
*would be easy.

[pre*chorus 2]
it puts me into an abstract
mood hoping only for the harlots…

[monologue proper pt.1]
as to quite how baz luhrmann had ended up in a jail cell was quite unknown. there had surely been a mishap.
yet, still, the unsurprisingly fujimorist world government had stuffed him in a small, locked room, alongside kenneth charles loach, and the disinterred ashes of richard, brother of david.

[monologue pt.3]
having unlocked the door, baz was shocked to see his comrades not follow. loach bemoaned the escape; it was obvious it was a trap, and who knows what beaur*
*baz shrugged and took his leave.

[chorus 3]
high!
high skyscr*per, oh*
[monologue pt.4]
baz was behind a wall, luckil*
*ware; who could have known that this guard was*
*, the cell door was still open, and just one glance towards it w*
*the guard catch on.
pretty quickly,*
*ded his alarm.
baz, having completely misjudged the situation, had cornered himself. the cell was part of*

[monologue proper pt.2]
now, quite how he managed to escape his cell, and quite why he escaped alone; well, you wouldn’t believe me if i told you.
and, so…
…i won’t.

- logan posthumous lyrics

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