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mad madame mim
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The wall is high, the black barn, The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes And I know soon that the sky will split And the planets will shift, Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop. Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind. Little sister, the fates are calling on you. Ah, here I stand again in this old 'lectric whirlwind, The sea rushes up my knees like flame And I feel like just some misplaced Joan Of Arc And the cause is you lookin' up at me. Oh baby, I remember when you were born, It was dawn and the storm settled in my belly And I rolled in the grass and I spit out the gas And I lit a match and the void went flash And the sky split and the planets hit, Balls of jade dropped and existence stopped, stopped, stop, stop. Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind. Little sister, the fates are calling on you. I was goin' crazy, so crazy I knew I could break through with you, So with one hand I rocked you and with one heart I reached for you. Ah, I knew your youth was for the takin', fire on a mental plane, So I ran through the fields as the bats with their baby vein faces Burst from the barn and flames in a violent violet sky, And I fell on my knees and pressed you against me. Your soul was like a network of spittle, Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic, And I prayed as the lightning attacked That something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack, Something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack. The palm trees fall into the sea, It doesn't matter much to me As long as you're safe, Kimberly. And I can gaze deep Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Into your starry eyes, oh. Oh, in your starry eyes, baby, Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, oh. Oh, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby
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