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He cries out her eyes,A fire unfurnaced.The curve of her spineIs heaven unbound,But heaven is harsh,A fire unfaithfullike a bird that you hold in your palm.I know where you hang.I drive by there often.I spy on the circusYou make of your friends.Heaven is harsh,A fire unfaithfulLike a bird that you hold in your palm.Broken eyes in your head.Broken arms at your side.Broken bird on a string.Shake it till she sings,And you realize the sufferingBy that broken baby wing,And you shake her till she sings,Letras de cancionesAnd you shake her till she sings.He cries out her eyes,As blue as her fingers.The curve of her assIs unparalleled.Heaven is harsh,A fire ungratefulLike the bird you hold in your palm.Broken eyes in your head.Broken arms at your side.Broken bird on a string.Shake it till she sings,And you realize the sufferingBy the broken baby wing,And you shake her till she sings,And you shake her till she sings. From Letras Mania