Everyone I know is lonely
My God’s so far away
And my
The palace guards are all sleeping
Their fires burn into the
With her smile as sweet as a warm wind in
My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But
Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be
From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, ye
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its
Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen
Marching through countries they'd never s
In the quiet silent seconds
I turned off the light
There were rooms of forgiveness
In the house that we share
But
A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows
Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take my fingerprints if
Everybody laughed when I told them
I wanted you I wanted
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