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Terence Trent D'Arby
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Lyricist:Terence Trent D'arby
You chose with age to speak with a prima ballerina's rage And speak of all the kingdoms that would swoop down Stick around then proceed to ignore you
No flash pot pan, guitar man or resurrected Apollo myth To seal your fate, feed your plate And worship and adore you
But the pills you swill, bring you no thrill So travel lightly on the wing this time Leaving all your baggage behind
Now as you wander through your vagabond stage And you find yourself shoveling shit With a rusty jack handle, queen of a broken spade You must not be afraid, you must turn the page
You wore your goddess down in jaundiced disarray Your halo fell into decay, swiped by those you loved But could not hold in sway behind you
And then the dry spell leaves at a low shutter speed Long enough for you to see that you create your own reality And that the wait alone will not enshrine you
And the war that you swore, would pour through your door To come to your rescue this time Is all in your mind but listen to me
As you wander through your vagabond stage And you find yourself shoveling shit With a rusty jack handle queen of a broken spade
And you find yourself kicking dirt around With your Paris green pumps of pentacles and precious jade You must not be afraid, you must turn the page
Because I love you and you're my friend Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I gotta tell you these facts
You dreamt a world of things like you were a duchess born Or Coretta Scott King and the Queen does not invite you over For a tea at her gaff in Scotland or in Buckingham's back yard
I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan Can surely understand as he said 'It is not why, it just is' Therefore, you need not remain scarred
And in time you'll find that your salvation is mine As you travel lightly on the wing this time Leaving all your baggage behind
As you wander through your vagabond stage And you find yourself shoveling shit With a rusty jack handle queen of a broken spade
And you find yourself kicking dirt around With your Paris green pumps of pentacles and precious jade Pulling the roots from your hair dyed from a bottle You saw in a windows with an 'Everything must go!' Sale sign prominently displayed
And yet waiting for your dancing On the edge of a precipice heart to sing Those serenading soul songs That fulfillingness and consciousness brings
Releasing you from your captive cage, replacing love for all your rage Turning your hope on a rope's magic pope kaleidoscope Into a rabbit's foot parade, you must not be afraid Eyes forward, babe, you got to turn the page
One thing is sure and that is change When the water's rising, you can't remain Move to dry land, move to dry land You've got to move, hit it
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