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[00:09.780]In the faith salons they do your nails for fifteen dimes a bottle where
[00:15.630]Someone in the darkness waits for your arrival
[00:19.860]In the faith salons the deals are struck making heroes out of dust and clay
[00:26.670]The man gives you sixty seconds on the dollar and walks away
[00:44.490]In the middle of your book of ages you write your dreams down to the letter
[00:50.190]Tired of second chances and singles dances
[00:55.740]Her robes were purple velvet feeling like the king of cairo
[01:01.050]Prisoners to fools and slaves to paper gods
[01:08.040]In the faith salons
[01:25.170]The books of massacres and natural disasters
[01:39.030]Beguiled by belligerence learned from the dancing masters
[01:45.270]The child on the train was a mimic mime of babble
[02:12.330]The mother knitted sweaters that the child would unravel
[02:41.100]In the faith salons
[02:53.100]They have medicines for madness madness caused by d**gs
[03:10.200]Something for your headache and a spray to kill the bugs
[03:16.680]You walk the catwalk of polyphony and your charades of destiny
[03:23.850]To whose myth of creation will you finally fall upon your knees and cry for forgiveness denied
[03:35.580]In the faith salons
[03:38.880]She'd appear like a belligerent ghost in my dreams
[03:42.930]In my living room all torn apart and blue
[03:48.210]Where the ribbons flew and the sky tore like a sheet of rain of dust
[03:56.340]Peace is a distant mirage where the only truth is the path and chance the only landmark in the desert
[04:07.680]Sleeping in doorways underneath the falling frescoes she'd say it's your pain in the faith salons