While you've got a mind to repair you
Yer hearts just a spike,will impale you
I got gold threads I could sell you
Cut just enough to tie round you
Run through streets
Pants down round your knees
Run 'cross the wind gold threads streaming
Like a kite on the run over pavement
Run through the chills of beginning
Till its a cold empty room full of knitting
Ramadios
flying round like ghost
Killed every man that could find her
The balance of saints and of sinners
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