Man Of A Thousand Faces Lyrics - Far - Regina Spektor

The man of a thousand faces 

Sits down at the table 

Eats a small lump of sugar 

And smiles at the moon like he knows her 

And begins his quiet ascension 

Without anyone's steady instruction 

To a place that no religion 

Has found a path to or a likeness 

His words are quiet like stains are 

On a tablecloth washed in a river 

Stains that are trying to cover 

For each other 

Or at least blend in with the pattern 

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He used to go to his favorite bookstores 

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And stuff 'em into his breast pockets 

The moon, to him, was a stranger 

And now he sits down at a table 

right next to the window 

And begins his quiet ascension 

Without anyone's steady instruction 

To a place of no religion 

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He's found a path to her likeness 

He eats a small lump of sugar 

And smiles at the moon like he knows her