I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle
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But you hike in shells and feathers
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Up the African beach,
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I am king here, tied to this hut by the King's chain
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My power's like a tree and green taboo to me
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The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers,
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And blue flies circle your head like stars;
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Jump into me now, I must not see the water,
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Let me sip weakness from your dark nipples
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Sefronia -- The King's Chain
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| Tim Buckley |
