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When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird |
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I think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers |
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And all other instruments of faith and sex and God |
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In the belly of a black-winged bird |
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Don't try to feed me |
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'Cause I've been here before |
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And I deserve a little more |
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And I belong in the service of the queen |
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And I belong anywhere but in between |
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She's been crying and I've been thinking |
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And I am the rain king |
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And I said, "Mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone" |
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'Cause I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home |
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Well I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in |
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If there's anyone at home at your place, darling |
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Why don't you invite me in? |
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Don't try to feed me |
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'Cause I've been here before |
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And I deserve a little more |
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And I belong in the service of the queen |
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And I belong anywhere but in between |
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She's been lying and I've been sinking |
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And I am the rain king |
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Hey I only want the same as anyone |
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Henderson is waiting for the sun |
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Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends |
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After all the dreaming I come home again |
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When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird |
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I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather |
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Render up my body into the burning heart of God |
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In the belly of a black-winged bird |
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Don't try to bleed me |
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'Cause I've been here before |
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And I deserve a little more |
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And I belong in the service of the queen |
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And I belong anywhere but in between |
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She's been dying and I've been drinking |
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And I am the rain king |
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Well I said that "I am the rain king" |
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Well I said, "I, I, I, I, I, well I am the rain king", yeah |
