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The Little Flames Things That Make The Morning Call

sun, Saw the sky, And how the sunlight Burned your eyes. Fled from the day, Hiding away. Dig so deep, Bury all The things that make The morning call

dipped in blood Arise arise full of eyes of eyes And from the depths I call to us all Good morning I have seen the face that lies I have seen the lips that

That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz

tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports and in the morning the shells will wash up

been obliged To ensure that its flock remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames that devoured

always been obliged To ensure that its flock remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames that devoured

tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports and in the morning the shells will wash

't leave And when I'm not with her makes my heart bleed But somethings going to happen that will change her mind Somethings going to happen that will make