Regina Spektor Lyrics, 20 Years of Snow Lyrics

20 Years of Snow – Regina Spektor

He’s a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He’s a wounded animal
And he’s been coming around here

He’s a dying breed
He’s a dying breed

His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She’s twenty years of strangers looking into each other’s eyes
She’s twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything

She’s a dying breed
She’s a dying breed

She says, I’d prefer the moss
I’d prefer the mouth
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south

I’m twenty years of clean
I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
Twenty years of clean

But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes

I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes

  Young The Giant Lyrics, 12 Fingers Lyrics

While you
Stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms

They say, feel the waltz
Feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz

Feel the waltz
Feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz

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