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He cries out her eyes
A fire unfurnaced
The curve of her spine
Is heaven unbound
But heaven is harsh
A fire unfaithful
Like a bird that you hold in your palm
I know where you hang
I drive by there often
I spy on the surface
And make with your friends
Heaven is harsh
A fire unfaithful
Like a bird that you hold in your palm
Broken eyes in your head
Broken arms at your side
Broken bird on a string
Shake it till she sings
And you reel that sucker in
By that broken baby wing
And you shake her till she sings
And you shake her till she sings
He cries out her eyes
As blue as her fingers
The curve of her ass
Is unparalleled
Heaven is harsh
A fire ungrateful
Like the bird that you hold in your palm
Broken eyes in your head
Broken arms at your side
Broken bird on a string
Shake it till she sings
And you reel that sucker in
By that broken baby wing
And you shake her till she sings
And you shake her till she sings
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