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I wait for you in heaven On this perfect string of love And drink your soup of magpies in a Pottery bowl that looks As I am now, brown, round and warm Chime on a rain wet An ankle, toes or two Sweetly as it drops upon your head Just like it did today

Top this Da-da... Tripping I walk to where he's sitting It's all salty [x2] (He knows) It's good, it's real, it's pretty It's all salty Timmy [x2] (He said) Doe [x3] Dared leave We've burned the field completely Ahhh... last light I feel it's real, i

She's not a girl who misses much Do-do-do, oh yeah She's well acquainted With the touch of a velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane Man in the crowd With the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes While his hands are busy