| I meet you for coffee
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| We get together periodically and
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| I got a bad case I can’t shake off of me
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| The fevered wanderin round wondering how it ought to be
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| You work in the system
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| You see possibilities and you’re glistening
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| Eyes show the hell you’re gonna give 'em
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| When they back off the mic for once and give it to a woman
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| I dream like a mad one
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| Brutal fantasies I catch as catch can
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| I’m a psychic and a laywoman
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| I see love and I like to make it happen
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| What we get from your war walk
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| The ticker of the nation breaking down like a bad clock
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| I want the pendulum to swing again
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| So that all your mighty mandate was just spitting in the wind
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| It doesn’t come by the bullwhip
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| It’s not persuaded with your hands on your hips
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| It’s not the company of gunslingers
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| The epicenter love is the pendulum swinger
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| She is she is she is
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| It’s fine about the old scroll Sanskrit
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| Gnostic gospels the da vinci code a smash hit
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| Aren’t we dying just to read it and relate it
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| Too hard just to go by a blind faith
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| But they left out the sisters
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| I’ve been praying to a father god so long I really missed her
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| The goddess of benevolence
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| You should listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense left
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| Pushed under by the main press, buried under a code of dress
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| Relegated by the Vatican
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| But you can’t keep a spirit down that wants to get up again
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| If we’re a drop in the bucket
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| With just enough science to keep from saying f**k it
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| Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light
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| Plenty revolutions left until we get this thing right
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| 2006 words and music: Emily Saliers |