Regina Spektor - Man Of A Thousand Faces lyrics

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The man of a thousand faces<br>

Sits down at the table<br>

Eats a small lump of sugar<br>

And smiles at the moon like he knows her<br>

And begins his quiet ascension<br>

Without anyone's sturdy instruction<br>

To a place of no religion<br>

Has found a path to our alikeness<br>

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His words are quiet like stains are<br>

On a table cloth washed in a river<br>

Stains that are trying to cover, for each other<br>

Or at least blend in with the pattern<br>

Good is better than perfect<br>

Scrub til your fingers are bleeding<br>

And I'm crying for things that I tell others to do without crying<br>

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He used to go to his favorite bookstores<br>

And rip out his favorite pages<br>

And stuff them into his breast pocket<br>

And the moon to him was a stranger<br>

Now he sits down at the table<br>

Right next to the window<br>

And begins his quiet ascension<br>

Without anyone's sturdy instruction<br>

To a place of no religion<br>

Has found a path to our alikeness<br>

And eats a small lump of sugar<br>

And smiles at the moon like he knows her<br>

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<i>[Thanks to Zack for these lyrics]</i><br>

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