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I know I butchered our Exquisite Corpse Your lines were tender and mine were morbid I was just nervous that you would not be kind So I poured blood on the knife We trade off being so terrified Let's find some bravery baby, and lay down the knives I love youand I wanna go on loving you There's nothing holier than the laughter of our friends There's nothing more I need, I have everything I've got the gold in your hair, the sun in your hair I've got the honey in your hair And my hands in your hair night into day Who gifted us this fate? The glory of god, the wrath of god Both make me afraid! Then relief floods my brain like a biblical rain That we are ourselves - we are nobody else And we are making out in the woods behind Brandenburg Gate While the sirens fade I nearly know not what to do I am myself and you are you I nearly know not what to do When you see me seeing you Songtexte Frankie, I will read to you from Salter in the park while you illustrate your day for us Frankie, I will read to you from Salter in the park There's nothing lovelier than your laughter, my friend And there is nothing left I need, I have everything I've got all the love that I have ever known and the love is for you and the love is growing I will praise this life for all my time's too heavenly to not build it a sanctuary to praise this life Who gifted us this fate? The good glory of god, the great wrath of god The gold heart of god, the true love of god The blue blood of god, the warm breath of god Aus Songtexte Mania