| When stunted hand earns place with man by mere monstrosity
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| Alarms are struck and shore is shook by sheer atrocity
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| A cure I know that soothes the soul, does so impossibly
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| A moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on
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| Me and my babe relax and catch the manic rhapsody
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| All reason flown, as God looks on in abject apathy
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| A squall, and all of me is a prayer in perfect piety
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| A moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me
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| When the meaning is gone
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| There is clarity
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| And the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me
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| And it’s easy done
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| Our little remedy
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| And the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me
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| What yields the need for those who lead us oh so morally
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| Those that would view the same we do through their deformity
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| Who view the deed as power’s creed, as pure authority
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| This moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me
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| Since it all begun
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| To it’s reckoning
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| There the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me
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| Be thankful some know it lovingly
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| There the reason comes in the common tongue of your loving me
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| Like a heathen clung to the homily
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| Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me
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| So summon on the pearl rosary
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| Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me |