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What Melody is His?
07:45
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Go on, please tell your tale now
The one of grand theatrics in the dead of night
I thought I'd seen a woman dancing
She turned her head and said to me,
"Well now we know..."
I wanna be a man with a plan
who can stand on his own two hands and,
I wanna be the dog to the bark
The curl to the burl
The moon to the rising dark
Our hearts are cold and filled with envy
Our eyes are dull and tongues roll back into the throat
Heaven had sent a thousand angels
We clipped their wings and laid them down in an iron cage
I wanna be a man with a plan
who can stand on his own two hands and,
I wanna be the dog to the bark
The curl to the burl
The moon to the rising dark
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Heavenly Bodies
04:15
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Pulling back your hair to show me your eyes
Pressing your cheek to mine while I say my goodbyes
No one upstairs has heard my prayers
Nothing outside can change my mind
They took you
How they broke you
I would cut them down
But when they took you they took me too
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