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It seems I've found my calling Maybe unsound and appalling But it's got you down and crawling Like that gown you're falling I love catching little flies Hatching from their little lies Flying straight to the spiders web Love and hate spinning the threads I love the moves of the pieces A game, it soothes and releases I love clawing to the top Gnawing till you drop I love a little work for the mind And you're not above a little work for my time I love the little words that mean so much Floating like little birds till you crave the touch I love to dance to the piano slow A lovely trance within your soul Soften your stance with every note Just a chance I'll take you home I love a trembling whisper But don't detest a shout Above what's within her She's dying to get out I'll set fire to this town Get me to higher ground Bet a liar you're going down Forget to aspire and you'll surely drown This is where I belong Hands in your hair, soft as a song Eyes everywhere so don't stay long But remember, All is fair when you play god
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Working In Mysterious Ways
It seems I've found my calling Maybe unsound and appalling But it's got you down and crawling Like that gown you're falling I love catching little flies Hatching from their little lies Flying straight to the spiders web Love and hate spinning the threads I love the moves of the pieces A game, it soothes and releases I love clawing to the top Gnawing till you drop I love a little work for the mind And you're not above a little work for my time I love the little words that mean so much Floating like little birds till you crave the touch I love to dance to the piano slow A lovely trance within your soul Soften your stance with every note Just a chance I'll take you home I love a trembling whisper But don't detest a shout Above what's within her She's dying to get out I'll set fire to this town Get me to higher ground Bet a liar you're going down Forget to aspire and you'll surely drown This is where I belong Hands in your hair, soft as a song Eyes everywhere so don't stay long But remember, All is fair when you play god
matthew-nichols
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
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