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On the counter made of ivory, I think I sold my soul<br />
 
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In the shadows of a dream, feels like I could never leave<br />
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In the shadows of a dream, it feels like I can never leave<br />
 
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain<br />
 
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain<br />
 
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day<br />
 
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Deep inside the valley, in a house made of gold<br />
 
Deep inside the valley, in a house made of gold<br />
   
In the shadows of a dream, feels like I could never leave<br />
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In the shadows of a dream, it feels like I can never leave<br />
 
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain<br />
 
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain<br />
 
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day<br />
 
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Sometimes I get so low that I don't wanna live right now<br />
 
Sometimes I get so low that I don't wanna live right now<br />
   
In the shadows of a dream, feels like I could never leave<br />
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In the shadows of a dream, it feels like I can never leave<br />
 
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain<br />
 
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain<br />
 
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day<br />
 
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day<br />

Latest revision as of 19:25, 13 September 2021

Porcelain
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Length: 3:46
Released: May 14, 2021
Writers: George Ragan The Dead Son
Album: The Abyss

Porcelain is a song from George Ragan The Dead Son's debut studio album, The Abyss.

Official Lyrics

Cocaine on the table, a reflection that I know
And you think you're better off here, but you're better off alone
Deep inside the valley, in a house made of gold
On the counter made of ivory, I think I sold my soul

In the shadows of a dream, it feels like I can never leave
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day
On powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain

Is death another virtue, a friend I know too well?
My only real companion, the sunset this city sells
The city might be burning, but in here you'd never know
Deep inside the valley, in a house made of gold

In the shadows of a dream, it feels like I can never leave
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day
On powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain

Sometimes I get so high that I don't wanna come back down
Sometimes I get so low that I don't wanna live right now
Sometimes I get so high that I don't wanna come back down
Sometimes I get so low that I don't wanna live right now

In the shadows of a dream, it feels like I can never leave
This powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day
On powder-white porcelain, powder-white porcelain

Powder-white porcelain
Powder-white porcelain
Powder-white porcelain
Powder-white porcelain

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