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the bleeding heart show
I leapt across three or four beds into your arms  Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm  Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape It's taken magic to a primitive new place  Watch them run, although it's the minimum, heroic   We hunched together in one chair out on the deck  In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set  It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat  Next thing you know you are asleep in someone's lap  Watch them run, although it's the minimum, heroic   We quit the room  Quit so our thoughts could rest  Rest them, I'll never move?  That's when we grab a hold  Of whatever it is we fell into   Lousy with your content  With what the majestic cannot find  In business of your lives  The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile  The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels