| For the angels dance here in between
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| The air and that silver moon
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| Them devils only come to dream of this
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| For the saints come in with mirth and joy
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| They shirk a man, dance up a storm
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| They’re turning tables, reciting poems
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| They speak what comes off hearts and tongues
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| Hearts and tongues
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| Hearts and tongues
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| Well you know they’ve been here once before
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| They wore the same old heavy coats
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| They seek no fortune, seek no fame
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| Just a few wild horses to tame
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| Hearts and tongues
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| Hearts and tongues
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
|
| For the angels dance here in between
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| The air and that silver moon
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| Them devils only come to dream of this
|
| For the saints come in with mirth and joy
|
| They shirk a man, dance up a storm
|
| They’re turning tables, reciting poems
|
| They speak what comes off hearts and tongues
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| Hearts and tongues
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| Hearts and tongues
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave
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| These hearts, these dreams, these webs we weave |