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You thought that it could never happen
to all the people that you became,
your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
between the birthmark and the stain,
between the ocean and your open vein,
between the snowman and the rain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
The women in your scrapbook
whom you still praise and blame,
you say they chained you to your fingernails
and you climb the halls of fame.
Oh but here, right here,
between the peanuts and the cage,
between the darkness and the stage,
between the hour and the age,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
you stumble into this movie house,
then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here
between the moonlight and the lane,
between the tunnel and the train,
between the victim and his stain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

I leave the lady meditating
on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim,
I journey down the hundred steps,
but the street is still the very same.
And here, right here,
between the dancer and his cane,
between the sailboat and the drain,
between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh here, come over here,
between the windmill and the grain,
between the sundial and the chain,
between the traitor and her pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

If I could change anything
Then love would heal everything.

Though I may be just one voice, I pray
That peace inherits the world
And joy and hope are unfurled
Though I may be young I see
If only we had faith in love
We could be free, we could be free.

Though I see through one child...

I live in a frequency,
Where action rules,
That God is me,
In a war against my body,
In the poetry of poverty.
Cause it s the rich ones who make it,
Cause it s the rich ones who have the guts...

We re standing around
at the New Year s Eve party
with the bridegroom, oh
and we climb down the stairs
where the actress is working
the bedroom, ah
and it s a way of saying

Chorus:
I m coming down with a disease
of too much wasting

Wonderful world, beautiful people

Eh-yeah, wonderful world, beautiful people
You and your girl things could be pretty
But underneath this there is a secret
That nobody can repeat - mmh

Take a look at the world and the state that it s in today
I am sure you...

King psychotic size

I want you to be the way I grieve tonight
I d drained out my face too tired of being right
So this is the view it s too weeping such love in this dream
This is your truth it will choke your lover down