pick up the phone.
(blessed be the thief, disguised in skin,
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
They lifted the
1978. San Diego. I’d just come out the other side
Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
Out
There was once a great kingdom, and its great king
we move by instinct, darling
let our hands be hatchets, let
I've come here as a man in shambles
Worn out from
In the last quarter of the twentieth century, much of
They stored their passion in the creases
In the corners of
i'm reading over your shoulders,
it says it in every line,
the lion isn't sacred when not sleeping near the lamb
it
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling
I think
I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I
I spoke too soon it seems
For you made a home
oh, you've a pretty mouth,
leave your lips to linger on
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