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Marlango The Electrical Morning

(by Miguel Bose) Bless each time I got it wrong Bless mess ups, bless them all Bless the children, they're gay or wrong Bless us all Bless the crack

How high, how high How high will I go this time How hard, how hard How hard will I fall this time How sweet, how slow, how hard, how warm How high, how

There is a black bell ringing down you throw out There's a brown bag swirling 'round the floor wind wind (?) And there's just no way out You just have

Sink down to me Sink down to me Bring all your weapons, your guns Your thunders, your storms Come to this cradle This unmade bed Bring all your lovers

I am the politician that doesn't know I am the father that is still a son I am the twisted mouth of that soldier in the picture I'm the gun, I?m the

The edge cuts this day Into perfect shades and perfect shapes There's a buzzing Going 'round in my head Like lights this love will not be own Like music