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| 13 Dec 2013 10:51 AM |
We’ve not yet lost all our graces The hounds will stay in chains Look upon your greatness That you’ll send the call out (Send the call out [15x])
Call all the ladies out They’re in their finery A hundred jewels on throats A hundred jewels between teeth Now bring my boys in Their skin in craters like the moon The moon we love like a brother, while he glows through the room
Dancin' around the lies we tell Dancin' around big eyes as well Even the comatose they don’t dance and tell |
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