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[ti:Claude's Girl] |
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[ar:Marika Hackman] |
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[al:] |
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Turn off my mind, I beg you |
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It's buzzing like the Devil's bow |
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Pulling a soft virgin string |
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A terrible shriek from below |
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A pure heart been bound by nickel |
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But not bent beneath the coil |
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If you play her right, she'll sing though the night |
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With the whispering wheat in the fields |
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The flies on my walls, they're silent |
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But the swarm in my head is a hell |
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So I'll try to play you correctly |
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For a top of your deep slumber pill |
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My fingers are wretched and calloused |
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Soon daybreak will creep up my stair |
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Now I've not got long to summon the song |
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Of the girl with the flaxen hair |
