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CANTANTE: Counting Crows
TITULO:Rain King
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, 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 Cause 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, 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 Cause 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, I�ve been drinking And I am the rain king
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