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The Mad Flight - Her Majesty
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In every inch of sky But how track you down in the clouds, O how remind you How to be with you tonight? And by the by I’ll see Through her newfound opacity As this butterfly will Her Majesty Come to me A Stockholm syndrome victim, A camoufleur stowed in the wings O this mockingbird, well it don’t sing But it sang for me Should I clip my wings? dip the feathers into ink To pen her a letter on sight? When nectar you drink, hard to remember what to think To get her to recognize Now I don’t mind the seraphim Or all the nights she shares with Him But bide my time for the angel grim To come for me Don’t bother cry, don’t you weep Those crocodile tears, you see I’ve got a bottle of whiskey To comfort me And by the by I’ll see The wildest nights could ever be But there’s not a volume of whiskey Can comfort me I’d break the doors between I’d pace the floors for eternity I’d wage a war would Her Majesty Remember me There’s not a volume of whiskey Can comfort me
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