Sympathy For The Devil Lyrics
| Song | Sympathy For The Devil |
| Artist | The Indelicates |
| Album | Songs For Swinging Lovers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air | |
| The scented breeze caresses girls with haybell-yellow hair | |
| The satisfied and misty-eyed make sport and merry there | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring | |
| The songs are sweet and sollemn there and everyone can sing | |
| I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| The country I was born in it created me compelled | |
| But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel | |
| Hang heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell | |
| I’ll meet you at the border in the morning | |
| I’ve loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea | |
| I’ve cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties | |
| ‘m sorry that i met you and i’m begging darling please | |
| Come meet me at the border in the morning | |
| And oh this world’s got nothing in it | |
| No, No, No | |
| And oh this world’s got nothing in it | |
| No, No, No | |
| Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin | |
| I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin | |
| I would rip you into pieces and re-build you from within | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight | |
| Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate | |
| Lets go into the darkness love and close our eyes and wait | |
| We are heading for the border in the morning | |
| We are heading for the border in the morning. |
| The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air | |
| The scented breeze caresses girls with haybellyellow hair | |
| The satisfied and mistyeyed make sport and merry there | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring | |
| The songs are sweet and sollemn there and everyone can sing | |
| I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| The country I was born in it created me compelled | |
| But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel | |
| Hang heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell | |
| I' ll meet you at the border in the morning | |
| I' ve loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea | |
| I' ve cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties | |
| ' m sorry that i met you and i' m begging darling please | |
| Come meet me at the border in the morning | |
| And oh this world' s got nothing in it | |
| No, No, No | |
| And oh this world' s got nothing in it | |
| No, No, No | |
| Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin | |
| I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin | |
| I would rip you into pieces and rebuild you from within | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight | |
| Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate | |
| Lets go into the darkness love and close our eyes and wait | |
| We are heading for the border in the morning | |
| We are heading for the border in the morning. |
| The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air | |
| The scented breeze caresses girls with haybellyellow hair | |
| The satisfied and mistyeyed make sport and merry there | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| The land I left is full of love and radiant in spring | |
| The songs are sweet and sollemn there and everyone can sing | |
| I could have bought you roses, could have bought you anything | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| The country I was born in it created me compelled | |
| But all reason is retrospective love, I just rebel | |
| Hang heaven we can build a better war for us in Hell | |
| I' ll meet you at the border in the morning | |
| I' ve loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing sea | |
| I' ve cut you with a whip barbed with a thousand cruelties | |
| ' m sorry that i met you and i' m begging darling please | |
| Come meet me at the border in the morning | |
| And oh this world' s got nothing in it | |
| No, No, No | |
| And oh this world' s got nothing in it | |
| No, No, No | |
| Your eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skin | |
| I would see your will erased, transfigured into sin | |
| I would rip you into pieces and rebuild you from within | |
| I will meet you at the border in the morning | |
| Sing poets and sing singers at the alter of the straight | |
| Of better days, happy fields, other shit we hate | |
| Lets go into the darkness love and close our eyes and wait | |
| We are heading for the border in the morning | |
| We are heading for the border in the morning. |
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