Man Of A Thousand Faces - Live In London
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[Intro]
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
[Verse 1]
He begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's steady instruction
To a place with no religion
He's found a path to her likeness
[Verse 2]
His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river
Stains that are trying to cover
For each other
Or at least blend in with the pattern
[Verse 3]
Good is better than perfect
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying with insight
I tell others to do without crying
[Verse 4]
He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
The moon, to him, was a stranger
[Verse 5]
Now he sits down at a table
Right next to the window
And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's steady instruction
To a place with no religion
[Outro]
He's found a path to her likeness
He eats a small lump of sugar
Smiles at the moon like he knows her
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