POCKET GYPSY
Oh career, you're a heaven to walk for. So near, we could see like
mirrored dimes you hold for your pocket gypsy.
You look fine, a part-time mole. Around western towns.
You're out, walking the plains I guess.
There's a danger in rest.
I don't know. You look down now.
“Well I know, in constant attention.”
You see, that is what you mouthed.
“A raise, to keep you happy.
A bull in a manger is a bull in a manger.”
Whites in the eyes, you look down now.
Well luck is just another disguise.
Swing low, all the same if you count up now.
Well no, I felt a “burning desire”
All that phrase means is lost on now.
And I know that it's lost on now.
I don't know. You look down now.
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ST-GILLES
You, walking along my window. Walking along.
No room now. No room now.
Creche-shaped, dressed all on your fours
It's not English to bounce all around.
Well, I found faith so easily.
Candy, what's all that you know?
I'm not angry to sleep on the floor.
Well, I found faith so easily.
Cull my eye and see rain.
Cull my eye and see no.
Come on down and see me.
Cull my eye.
Cull my eye and see rain.
Cull my eye and see no.
Come on down and see me.
Cull my eye.
The thought's a name. I know now.
The thought's a name and you had to know mine.
The thought's a name and you had to know mine.
Cull my eye and see rain.
Cull my eye and see no.
Come on down and see me.
Cull my eye.
Cull my eye and see rain.
Cull my eye and see no.
Come on down and see me.
Cull my eye.
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