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In the faith salons they do your nails for fifteen dimes a bottle where |
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Someone in the darkness waits for your arrival |
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In the faith salons the deals are struck making heroes out of dust and clay |
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The man gives you sixty seconds on the dollar and walks away |
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In the middle of your book of ages you write your dreams down to the letter |
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Tired of second chances and singles dances |
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Her robes were purple velvet feeling like the king of cairo |
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Prisoners to fools and slaves to paper gods |
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In the faith salons |
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The books of massacres and natural disasters |
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Beguiled by belligerence learned from the dancing masters |
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The child on the train was a mimic mime of babble |
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The mother knitted sweaters that the child would unravel |
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In the faith salons |
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They have medicines for madness madness caused by d**gs |
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Something for your headache and a spray to kill the bugs |
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You walk the catwalk of polyphony and your charades of destiny |
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To whose myth of creation will you finally fall upon your knees and cry for forgiveness denied |
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In the faith salons |
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She'd appear like a belligerent ghost in my dreams |
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In my living room all torn apart and blue |
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Where the ribbons flew and the sky tore like a sheet of rain of dust |
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Peace is a distant mirage where the only truth is the path and chance the only landmark in the desert |
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Sleeping in doorways underneath the falling frescoes she'd say it's your pain in the faith salons |
