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Solomon had his following, he heard his calling In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon But he had to take the work the world would hand him, in this gig economy Solomon built his temple, as an example But his people trashed the place like it was a rental Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in.... Stranger every time I open up my eyes.... Solomon had his following They had been calling him by so many names that he lost track of all of them Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting That his blind faith was as honorable as the next thing He prayed for happy landing Solomon knew astronomy Didn’t take Ptolemy to say “the Pharisees got nothing on me” Sooner or later you see that side of the cannon As you look up from the jar you had your hand in Stranger every time I open up my eyes... These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture Letras de cancionesBlood’s what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits Trying to mess with the names on the guest list Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight Solomon has his following, he had his calling in a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in Solomon had his following... Stranger every time I open up my eyes... From Letras Mania