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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 into a sea of pins 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, don't try to feed me, |
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'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. |
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I belong in the service of the Queen, |
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I belong anywhere but in between, |
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She's been crying , I've been thinking, |
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And I am the Rain King. |
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Well I said, mama, mama, mama, |
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Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, |
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I'm scared I might not make it home, |
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But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, |
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If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' |
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Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, |
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'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. |
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I belong in the service of the Queen, |
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I belong anywhere but in between, |
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She's been lying, 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, don't try to bleed me, |
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'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. |
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I belong in the service of the Queen, |
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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 I am the rain king, |
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Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, |
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Well I am the rain king, yeah. |