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His greasy fingers strung together and stretching 'cross the sky
A skunk that scratches and is leather a sign from up on high
And shivering we cling together and watch it pass us by
For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry.
Twisting turning, bodies burning look up from where they lie
To see the stars and heaven's journey flashing 'cross the sky
You hold my arm and wait forever and look me in the eye
For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry.
His greasy fingers strung together and stretching cross the sky
A skunk that scratches and is leather a sign from up on high
And shivering we cling together and watch it pass us by
For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry.
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she told me to stay
or go away
and I looked in her eyes and left her
some people try
to tell me why
I made up my mind and left her
(humming)
she told me to stay
or go away
and I looked in her eyes and left her
some people try
to tell me why
I made up my mind and left her
(humming)
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And I'm
Descending all the time
Pretending all the time
Pretending to be free
And I'm
Ascending all the time
Descending all the time
Intending to be free
And I'm
Spending all the time
Ascending all the time
Pretending to be me
(instrumental moments)
And I'm
Descending all the time
Pretending all the time
Pretending to be free
And I'm
Ascending all the time
Descending all the time
Intending to be free
And I'm
Spending all the time
Ascending all the time
Pretending to be me
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