Blue Ãyster Cult
I Am the One You Warned Me Of
Fresh from zones of moistureObscured sight and fancy dreamsHoly mass, those 13 fancy dreamsI am the one you warned me ofI am the one who'd never, never lieEyes like bottles and hands in my hairBottles of blackness the blacker the spareI'll sit myself behind that clockAnd play tunes on it's belfryFive fingers have I to play them like tenTen fingers have I to play them againIn decimal chains whose mimic cryWhose notes will never, never flyUntil they quit those timely tunesAnd entered that system from outsideI am the one you warned me ofI am the one who'd never, never lie
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