The putrid tongue said who’s in front
Is cheap and bound to die
Like any man will hold your hand
And spit then put them together
I want to be there
I want to see it
Oh what do you wear?
But the robe for juda?
When I search for her
I hold her out
Until we’re above a fire
When I search for her
I hold her out
Until we’re above a fire
The haze a stream, a lucid dream
Of minds that were starved of ideas
Then spat me out some dirty mouth
With words that brought us together
I want to be there,
When you came just to leave her
Oh what did you wear
But the robe for juda
When I search for her
I hold her out
Until we’re above a fire
When I search for her
I hold her out
Until we’re above a fire
When I search for her
When I search for her
When I search for her
When I search for her
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