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going by

Now there's nothing left to do
But fall into (Fall into)
The moonlight in your room
And stay right through (Right through)
Sunday morning sunday

burn)  
 Who we are,  
 Where we are  
 And what is this fire?  
 (This fire)  
 Burning under my skin and in my bones.  
 And in my bones.  
  
 Look

a heap
	Beauty's only skin deep
Chorus
You can't judge a book by its' cover
Turn the page and you will discover
Sunday's best is This Ugly Dress

Bridge

Shot down by your bullets
They shatter my faith and my bones
If you listen to words, it hurts
They creep right under my skin, it cuts so deep

bone went wrong
God made Adam’s apple but the baculum is gone!

Old Death smells like Satan
Who's shed all of his skin
He rattles when he passes,
So

Bones are finally Snapping
What exists in this Cruel World
That would make them Trust your Word
Inside you, for all these years
Nourished by your Endless

my skin you're sewn 
Devil told me let you go 
Don’t she know 
Don’t she know 
I love you to the bone 
To the bone 

Veins explode 
Only unload this

your moms you'll be back by the Monday
Suns out we don't care what the sun say
We be at it all night like a Friday

Pull up to my place on a Sunday
Tell

blind to it
Bad bones
Keep on finding the, keep on finding the
Bad bones
Can't break them out of you, can't break them out
But you're so close
Sculpted by

I've tried to climb to grace
I'm singin' it all different now
But the promise is the same

After all, I'm human
Just skin and bones and pain
Still

time I comprehended
The unknowns in the bedroom were the bones in the bedroom 

There were bones in the bedroom on a Saturday night
By Sunday morning it

By every bone
By every bone
By every bone
By every bone
By every nerve
By every nerve
By every nerve
By every nerve
By your skin
By your skin
By your

I'm like a sacrificial lamb
Cut my throat and paint a pentagram
Bleed me out remove the skin then use my bones as decoration
Lamb
Lamb
Lamb
Lamb
Lamb

getting old
(cnd I know)
The bad parts get me low
I'm moving way too slow
I think in cursive, I'm not perfect
I'm just skin and bone
(cnd all)
The friends I

leave me alone in the dessert
Why did you lead me to this valley of dry bones
That snake's skin began to shed
It fell to the ground like crumbs of bread

Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening

working ain't no play
That's Monday back to Sunday
No rest but we do pray
Thank the lord I ain't catch a stray
My mama son ain't goin away but I ain't

volition my nutrition down to skin and bone 
Where he gone 
That boy I used to know
Where he gone
Get me out of here

Get me out of here
Get me out of here

I love how you trace the curves of my body
Sunday morning lay your bones with me
Live in the moment
In life there's no guarantees
Relaxed laid back,

and

Every Sunday people give, pastor bringing the word riding escalade, with a closet full
Of suits and shoes all tailor made, yet many in his congregation

pon di ground we got the new gun
Run it Red shot a fly out of the nozzle

Man a drop on the ground by the dozzle
This a no M16 This no Mac 11
Bust me

Nobody But You

John Cale

Original Album Series

2013

you to your disgrace
Won't you put me in my proper place
a nobody like you

Sundays I pray a lot
I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock
I

Nobody But You

John Cale

Songs for Drella [Video]

1990

you to your disgrace
Won't you put me in my proper place
a nobody like you

Sundays I pray a lot
I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock
I

holding a guitar, playing by my side,
We are all alone, we are skin & bone
Losing ourselves in the afternoon, I hate farewells when they come so soon
We are