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The Afghan Whigs - The Temple Şarkı Sözleri
tim rice--lyrics 1970 leeds music ltd. moneylenders and merchants: roll on up--for my price is down come on in--for the best in town take your pick of the finest wine lay your bets on this bird of mine roll on up--for the price is down come on in--for the best in town take your pick of the finest wine lay your bets on this bird of mine name your price i got everything come and buy it´s going fast borrow cash on the finest terms hurry now while stocks still last jesus: my temple should be a house of prayer but you have made it a den of thieves get out! get out! mine time is almost through little left to do after all i´ve tried for 3 years, seems like 30, seems like 30... crowd: see my eyes i can hardly see see me stand i can hardly walk i believe you can make me whole see my tongue i can hardly talk see my skin it´s a mass of blood see my legs i can hardly stand i believe you can make me well see my purse i´m a poor poor man will you touch will you mend me christ won´t you touch will you heal me christ will you kiss you can cure me christ won´t you kiss won´t you pay me christ jesus: there´s too many of you--don´t push me there´s too little of me--don´t crowd me, please don´t crowd me (scream) heal yourselves! |
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