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Christians and Lions
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Skinny Fists
Blue smoke and cider sounds curled above our heads like tongues of fire under wires in a big City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause is giving birth to answers I can't understand. 'We're only starting a racket 'cause you've started a racket!' I scream, 'We only want to level this city because things are so uneven!' But I don't think they can hear me. Like hot breaths between my praying hands could make my fingers glow, like the psalms between my palms are all I'll ever need to know, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I count out hymns for hims and hims and hers and hers and hims-for-hearses, turn to face the wind and silence flying sins in words-like-curses. 'Church and state had their day in the centuries before,' I say, 'The future is unwritten if we hold what can erase.' But I still get sad ripping up ads that the Marines send to friend every kid in my family. ('Cause I can afford to.) I told her once, 'There's a great line in this song I heard, But I can't tell you unless something really big happens to us.'
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