When my love comes down won't it meet you
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When my love comes down won't it meet you again
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Your mouth is a hologram made of spiders bones
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Your fingers little soldiers drumming on their way back home
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I thought I saw a thundercloud on the avenue
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Lightning rattled though the streets that little storm was you
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When my love comes down won't it meet you
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When my love comes down won't it meet you again
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Your skin is like the falling snow, your hair is like the rising sun
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Your tongue is like Kalashnikov or some other foreign gun
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I see you standing there way down upon the street
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You're marching victorious with your banners of defeat
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O when my love comes down won't it meet you
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O when my love comes down won't it meet you again
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When My Love Comes Down
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| Grinderman |
