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Busybodies building a Europe of the mind Bust and banish, fleeting eyes behind Venetian blinds People care for safety, invoked in evening prayers Huddled up in mobs, they came to look, but prefer to stare Red wine stained lips drip dry Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia Gone blind in the dead of night Lord, I'm aching to retrieve her Love like an open lemon squeezed into the eyе Caged like a canary, mangled up and crucifiеd Short of keepsake in the shattered trophy case So they're cramming onward through the narrow gate of grace Red wine stained lips drip dry Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia Gone blind in the dead of night Lord, I'm aching to retrieve her From Letras Mania