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Clara Engel

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I don't know, but i have been told
That the streets of heaven are paved with gold
I prefer silver, and to each their own
In any case, i don't really want to go

Let me sing in your ear
Turn your blood to stone
Turn your heart into a blackbird
So she can fly away home
Home is wherever you shed the most dust
A pound of flesh in particulate shards

I don't know, but i have been told
That my vision gets muddy and my heart it grows cold
That my wishes will twist me, and desire corrodes
I watch the straw men burning and heaven swirling with snow
In any case, i don't really want to go

Let me sing in your ear
Turn your blood to stone
Turn your heart into a blackbird
So she can fly away home
Home is wherever you shed the most dust
A pound of flesh in particulate shards

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