you were the first in a long line all of our sentimental hearts traced back in time bow to the light that was over my head in the sick bed and the ghost was right there over my head resurrected ooh with a god that knows like a needle and thread where the fingers go ooh having sex all night there over my head in the black lights oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh i can t really seem to erase that memory i can t really seem to escape that part of me take these please sweep through the whole thing like a sparrow cause your blood might drip from the poisonous tip of an arrow ooh while the doctors slap at the venomous gnats that attack me ooh and i think of what goes over my eyes that i can t see anything oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh this is the end of the kingman line cut off at the heart where the blood stopped time take great care to color your hair for the vampires ooh with amazing grace paint your face for the empire ooh when it calls you out everyone shout for the cub scouts ooh and i can t remember what i just said on my deathbed
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