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She came from dakota |
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Though some say she hailed from the south |
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He tried to believe but each time she would leave |
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With the venom that dripped from her mouth |
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Like some angel of old |
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Bent on saving the soul |
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Drugged to the knees he would pray |
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To some rude russian icon |
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That twined like a python |
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And blinded the sun night and day |
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He'd say |
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Please bring me peace |
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You say you'll stay |
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Just to leave me whole |
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All of my soul your passion play |
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Though she lies to amuse |
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She lies to confuse |
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Passion with vision and pain |
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He lies for possession and time |
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Though there's no time to gain |
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Squandering feeling |
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Constantly stealing away |
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From the sound of her name |
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Is like thunder and lightning |
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Hiding the sound of the rain |
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And he'd say |
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Please bring me peace you say you'll stay |
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Just to leave me whole all of my soul your passion play |
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So he searches for truth |
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In the beauty that once was her name |
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Senselessly trusting in time to remind her |
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Blind she came |
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Suddenly rootless |
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Fashionably useless |
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Magically fruitless and time |
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Like some sunday scholar |
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Who lives off the squalor |
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Of yesterday's knowledge and fame |
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And he'd say |
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Please bring me peace you say you'll stay |
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Just to leave me whole |
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All of my soul your passion play |
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Well some overdose |
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And some wrap like a rose |
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'Round the slick perfumed nose |
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Of high noon |
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Burning their lips |
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As they stoop low to kiss |
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Some rich man's excuse for the moon |
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I must have been lucky |
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Got--out with my body intact |
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And tomorrow in tune |
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But it's this sense of time |
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That wraps like a vine |
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'Round the neck of the sun and the moon |
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He'd say |
| [03:54.26] |
Please bring me peace you say you'll stay |
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Just to leave me whole |
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All of my soul your passion play |
