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Manic Street Preachers

Compositor: James Dean Bradfield / Nick Jones / Sean Moore

In a garden full of locusts
Pain was a crying man
Wrapped in several kinds of skin
Seeking consolation in machines

Stuck in a hole of collapsing time
Locked into solitude by body state and mind
A silent tension drags and weakens
In a hollow room the darkness deepens
The curve steepens

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
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A slow painful goodbye to glory, a goodbye to glory

A gentle murmuration concealed to all but me
Estranged sad and softened
In a low sky by the sea, patiently

Disciplined desires and toxic agendas
Polished by light yet still half remembered
Fatigued, tired ragged and distressed
No way out of this unholy mess, I must confess

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory, goodbye to glory

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory, a goodbye to glory