Three days was the morning.
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My focus three days old.
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My head, it landed
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To the sounds of cricket bows...
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I am proud man anyway...
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Covered now by three days...
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Three ways was the morning.
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Three lovers, in three ways.
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We knew when she landed,
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Three days she'd stay.
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I am a proud man anyway...
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Covered now by three days...
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We saw shadows of the morning light
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the shadows of the evening sun
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till the shadows and the light were one.
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Shadows of the morning light
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the shadows of the evening sun
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till the shadows and the light were one...
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True hunting is over.
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No herds to follow.
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Without game, men prey on each other.
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The family weakens by the bite we swallow...
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True leaders gone,
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Of land and people.
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We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
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The family weakens by the length we travel...
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All of us with wings...
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All of us with wings...
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All of us with wings!
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All of us with wings!
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All of us with wings!
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All of us with wings!
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Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys.
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Loves his Marys.
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Bits of puzzle,
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Fitting each other.
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All now with wings!
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Oh my Marys!
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Never wonder...
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Night is shelter
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For nudity's shiver...
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All now with wings...
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Three Days
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Jane's Addiction |