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[ti:Nine] |
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[ar:Patti Smith] |
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Night a nine of diamonds |
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A woman lay and cries |
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At the sister of Mercy |
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On a Sabbath day |
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Night a nine of diamonds |
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As revelers commence |
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To shiver as she bore |
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In a babe,a radiance |
| [00:56.43] |
Brave in constant motion |
| [01:00.55] |
Wherein perfection brews |
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Darkness as his brother |
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Mischief as his moon |
| [01:14.67] |
Summoning beneath |
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With his gypsy moves |
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Yearning as the foal |
| [01:28.15] |
So shy and beautiful |
| [01:39.96] |
Every card he drew |
| [01:44.08] |
Had a different face |
| [01:48.80] |
Lingering and lost |
| [01:53.33] |
Unholy holy ghosts |
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I tend to play them all |
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He spoke with confidence |
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Another kind of strange |
| [02:13.80] |
To shift in loneliness |
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He sought not for himself |
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The empire he would find |
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Save the golden womb |
| [02:34.41] |
He enters in his mind |
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We will die a littler |
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The rogues whistling |
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Nine blue-eyed sailors |
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Tip their caps to him |
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As he passes through them |
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More vagabond than king |
| [04:33.41] |
With diamonds on his sleeves |
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Like a harlequin |
