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The Easter Parade (Emmy the Great)

Is all that we've become, Just nothing but hats and bags We're waiting for taxi cabs So you light cigarettes And i'm taking drags In the air, a sea of words, That didn't come soon enough In my mind a railway station And a ticket stub And it is easter in the town I can hear as they strike off the bell We're listening to some old man Say he came back to life with a hole in his head And now the sunday school is gathered Together in pink and in blue They're heralding angels for you But not for me They're singing Gloria in excelsis Deo deo Gloria in excelsis But there's no, There's no hope And i am grateful for the things That you've tried to show to me dear But there no arcadia No alby and theres no jerusalem here And underneath your pastures green There's earth and there ash And theres bone And there are things that dissapear Into it and then they are gone And there is light that hits the sky And then it is midnight again And there is my mother, my father, And you and we are all impermanent And on the green they tell their tales About how even the dead can come back I just dont believe in that So you can keep on singing Gloria in exclelsis Deo deo Gloria in excelsis But there's no, There's no hope There's no such thing (x7) There's no such thing as ghosts