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SUNDAY PRAYER, v
Time & time again,
I point our trumpets at the lord,
yet still I nap under his sword,
it is no wonder she's so bored.
So would you with me pop these pills?
Hear them, their bang, why it's a thrill
to put some tape into my mouth,
it makes me quiet like the mouse I am, I am.
Time & time again,
we take a bite out every door,
then simply jettison the cores
that are the hearts of dear New York
from out the window of this car.
We're Roman road roaming too far,
from bar to bar, what does it mean
to tempt the fate of destiny? I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Washington, DC, USA
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