Don't haunt me
Don't hurt me
Gather up your lust and soul
in your arms,
Gather up the lost and sore
in your arms,
Gather up the dead and poor
in your arms,
Gather up the pitiful
in your arms,
What seems impossible
in your arms,
I think I've had my fill
in your arms,
I think I shoul give up the ghost
in your arms.
Only in your arms.
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My hands are between my knees....again
How madmen think, you know, in case you were curious.
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