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And who will write love songs for you ) h& `. ~5 F* c- v, R0 w/ Y* Twhen I am lord at last, @! e. \3 W) \7 q
and your body is some little highway shrine! N3 f0 D5 |6 J: _* N
that all my priests have passed, o* T, l I' m' D4 e* q
that all my priests have passed?+ |. Z9 ?7 `9 H3 S$ q
# `, U$ Z8 [ ^ sMy priests they will put flowers there,* ^- H( R) ~$ m: i5 `* z7 d. U+ e
they will stand before the glass, 3 n% s6 F2 n+ z8 rbut they'll wear away your little window, love,# E) Y3 t Q I: f
they will trample on the grass, . M Z" S5 }8 f" U& athey will trample on the grass.; s3 F9 A `, f: m! \: d/ x. W
' F8 |/ w" E+ Z3 {9 X5 T3 X' IAnd who will aim the arrow* @8 A8 W3 \, l( }2 L
that men will follow through your grace. j# U8 c d X3 r* o' I5 T
when I am lord of memory' E4 ?8 G" Q' B$ [
and all your armour has turned to lace, & E1 Y) Z. T8 A/ |; z9 j' {* Uand all your armour has turned to lace?/ z1 S/ y9 E$ f) e' w, Y
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The simple life of heroes,+ m' Z4 ]# T" X: }( O9 c, l: F
and the twisted life of saints, $ D2 E8 G$ X- q, G8 k. Xthey just confuse the sunny calendar" N% K K8 i4 |
with their red and golden paints,2 g0 N' d5 W+ e& B. Z& \8 F2 F
with their red and golden paints.5 E9 u7 r( @5 s) G1 p* w9 h. {
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And all of you have seen the dance, S4 c6 g+ s3 ], N8 othat God has kept from me, * q, v" V" A+ U) o5 e. ibut he has seen me watching you " ~7 v- |8 ?0 G5 mwhen all your minds were free : |8 l6 w: t+ w- D3 f: O, Cwhen all your minds were free.