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Jeff Buckley Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk

of the sun Please, don?t get too close to me You said you are for real, it?s not pretend All memories stolen, know this for yourself How would you like

bliss Fortune makes fools of us all My dear materialista, silence was insane, The parting was mutual. Don't you want the rocket to rock out? There's room for

There?s no easy answer None to blame or forgive Two cripples dancing To the end we live I?m not with you not of you Not with you, not of you You are

Time takes care of the wound So I can believe You had so much to give You thought I couldn?t see Gifts for boot heels to crush Promises deceived I had

I once was open And one with a travelling heart I loved this sweet guy Just like the fiction Rushing in your riverbed Arise like applause in my head

to meet the villain somewhere Underneath the skull of a moon Fire burned his eyes out 'cause his chains are too long for you Someone has to pay for the

Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for

reach this ground You were my only home Silver eyes I want to see you shine And we will feel the weight Fall away from us in time Searching our past for

(The Nymphs) Through the yard Through the yard of blonde girls Through the river and the sea Gold sharks glittering A tree of white Breaks the earth