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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-25 | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english] | Inscrito en la biblioteca por Radu Herinean When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith and sex and God In the belly of a black-winged bird. Don't try to feed me I've been here before And I deserve a little more I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been crying and I've been thinking And I am the Rain King And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone I can't go outside I'm scared I might not make it home I'm alive, I'm alive But I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place, darling Why don't you invite me in? Don't try to bleed me I've been there before And I deserve a little more I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been lying and I've been sinking And I am the Rain King Hey, I only want the same as anyone Henderson is waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends After all the dreaming I come home again When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to bleed me I've been here before And I deserve a little more I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King Counting Crows
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