| The sight of the calf bein' cleaned makes me weep
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| I weep at the sight of the calf bein' cleaned
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| And I worship the street from my balcony
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| I stare at the moon, I swear it’s starin' back at me
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| And I will build my life a sanctuary
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| To never neglect to bow before this sacred time
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| The prayer of true love is the size of a universe
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| I feel it contract like the heart of the calf and then I
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| Feel it expand with your head in my hands
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| You can press the part your love into my palm when it comes on
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| And I would tell you how I love you
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| But I won’t compete with this song
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| And I could never describe the heaven that I find in your eye
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| But I believe that I will rest there on the day that I die
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| So I will try to be kind to myself and to you
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| And to my brother and my sisters and to strangers and my friends
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| Now I leave you by the gate, where the Scandinavian sky
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| Is a slab of pink meat, and when you let go of me
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| That raw sun goes and gets itself lodged in my throat
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| And I choke down my tears, but I can’t get no relief
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| For my heart leaves with you and I’m left to carry
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| This hollow body to a bed that ain’t mine
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| Though apart from the relentless terrors
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| I find that I sleep just fine
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| I never hear a lick of what I say to myself
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| Even now I can tell that I’m not listenin' to me
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| I wish that my words could be my nourishment
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| I’d like to take my own medicine past pourin' up a glass of it
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| And I wish that you were here and that love could last
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| I’m not sure that it can’t, I just pray that it can
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| And that is really all. |
| that is all there is, yeah
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| Baby you’re all that I want, you’re all I really want, yeah
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| Baby, this is all that I want, it’s all I really want, yeah |