Paroles Her Beautiful Ideas de Guggenheim Grotto (The)

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She used to say about love,That it should come from aboveAnd it should come from belowShe used to say my love"Wear the lips of a saintand the hips of a whore,"and when we'd walk along the street she'd sayIf it rains now, I hope to God it poursand with her beautiful ideas,She'd cut me in half, clean this broad sword.. and now i~I just cant seem to get out of bed anymore, yeahand now myMy heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire doorand now II just cant seem to get out of bed anymoreShe used to say that magic was the edgeand science and GodThey were the sides of a copper penny pieceYeah and its far better to keep it spinning and spinning and spinningthan for one side to fall and to freezeOh and when we'd walk along the pierWell she'd point out the waves and say under thereThat's where we go when we're asleepyou know once she let it slipthat I was the best of the beautiful ideasand now II just cant seem to get out of bed anymore, yeahand now myMy heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire doorand now II just cant seem to get out of bed anymoreShe used to say"Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets""Let's get naked and get under the sheets"I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore, yeahand now myMy heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire doorand now II just can't seem to get out of bed anymore, yeah

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