She sold me magic she sold me magic and all the believer things I needed every day she sold me magic she sold me magic and all the believer things I
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Heading south so i can go north Guided by birds but drifting off-course Read the tide-table before starting out Bbut 30 years old with chapters torn
Amongst the books, an angel i've not met And time hasn't touched her yet From a to m to z she swans, as if avoiding bed Pigtails instead of wings I strung
There's angel pie in the oven and everything is ok, it's alright The point at which the seasons pass each other on the way out, way in 'A confederate
1914 - 1918 i've got your letter here, i've got your memories Young men, as us - broken soldiers i've got your telegram, i've got your souvenirs 1914
Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence
In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you
There's rain on the line between his ear and mine Lost in translation, bad patient I'm a terrier, a black sheep, half-relation He's French, a hack, white
Came to London to find myself but in ten million people Where do you start? Drunk at a party You asked me if I was someone else and I say "Yeah, if it
All armies bear their losses, yet still they rally on. The fanfare may be muted, the spirit may be gone. And Troy was devastated by an accident of greed
There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that
None of us are what we were I know you've heard this all before I know you've heard this all before But none of us are what we were But it's a dark age
