Call me God on earth, praise my worth
Kiss my image
Raise
How does it feel
To be at the wheel
Of a killing
I fly in my sleep
High and sharply steep
I will drink
Cinnamon in your veins
Cinnamon in your heart
We seek you out
There's
One wish fulfilled
Is all I'm asking
It's not self-willed
To want just
All cats look grey in the grey light
Red, green and
I could spend the evening with my head in a
I am not you reincarnate
I was never la belle dame
I
Maryanne is hanging round our house
And she's fun
She's coming to
You know I'm feeling bad
You only make it worse
I can't
Spending all my long days
Searching for a job to do
Any
Say it three times don't tell a soul
Drink a whisper
Show me where the centre is
The centre of your universe
I'll
You came out with some surprising statements were they true
You
Call them - what do you see?
It's difficult with dull
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