(instrurmental)
(instrurmental)
Well, you can wear those pajamas like those tibetan llamas
And now that psychedelia's gone when the hell ya gonna
Larger than life
Are these shrunken wings
A lasting strain
This sparrow sings
A
(instrurmental)
Well, bring on the band
And the melody man
Let the mockingbirds
Can't stand this silence any more I'm dying
The words no
(insturmental)
Respirators, ventilators
High and holy legislators
Give me agony, pure agony
Aah
Appaloosa, runnin' wild in the dead of the night
Appaloosa, you're
Feelin' light and low
Like nothin I've felt before
My woman is
Under the cover of night she crawls into sight
Her skin
Hand in hand
Lonely woman
Broken man
Heart to heart
Tempting fate right from
Brother to brother
Now we must join our hearts and hands
Yeah,
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