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Work the Wound

 
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Work the Wound Narrator:

Every day I build a mask,
Up to the task.
Another song, you see.
I live behind the rhyme and verse.
I lift my mind till I lift the curse,
It's all rehearsed, you see.
This music always rescues me.
There's a melody for every malady,
Prescription song, you see.
And should the mask begin to fall,
My chorus comes in like a twelve foot wall, so you can't see me.

And I'm blessed to entertain,
The crowd laughs and swoons.
It's loud guitars and champagne,
And I sleep well past noon.
But I've got a lot to explain-
To myself, not to you.
Like who lost track of her pain, while working their wound.

Youth:

Lala-lalalala-lala-lalalalala...

Narrator:

So I finally found a home,
Between the clicks of the metronome and the song, you see.
Then I went out on a limb.
But the tree disappeared and the sky grew dim, and the song changed key.
But then you told me my pain entertained.
I heard the applause, thanking God you're sane,
But what about me?

See, I'm cursed to entertain.
The crowd laughs too soon.
And all I have is my pain,
Sharp and way out of tune,
Oh, but you know, I feel a bit ashamed,
Since I'm still here marooned,
And you lose track of her pain
When you're working your wound
And you lose track of her pain
When you're working your wound
And you lose track of her pain
When you're working your wound
And you lose track of her love
And you lose track of her pain
I just hop back on my train
And keep working
I keep working
I keep working
I keep working
I keep working
I keep working
I keep working

And that's how the song goes
That's how the song goes
Hey, that's how the song goes
But the problem is it never stops.

[Thanks to Alex for lyrics]
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