Tom: D
Introdução:
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
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And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
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And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
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Oh who among them do they think could bury you?
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With your pockets well protected at last
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And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
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And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
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Who among them do they think could carry you?
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Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
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Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes
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My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
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Should I leave them by your gate
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Or sad eyed lady should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace