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Mama, the weeping//Mama, the Angels
Thought is suspect//And money is their idol
I go up to my room//Turn the stereo on
Only men with golden fins
Don't feel a thing, you wish
I don't scream, though I know it's wrong//I just play along
Okay so now we do the play//Act like we so care, no way!
But there's nowhere to hide in the ghost of my mind
Peace and joy be with them
You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see
With its heartache, with its sorrow
Something you keep in a box on the street
And all of the crying you didn't understand
No, I love you Hanschen as I have never loved anyone!
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands
Through the wind, through the dark, through the winter light
The fences sway//The porches swing
And the music's like the one thing// I can even get at all
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Some pray that one day, Christ will come a'callin'