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Everything I see is sacred
Five point zero holds a spoil
Mother Mary, rearrange me
Help to go through soouthern soil
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one golden
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one golden
I weave myself into that needle's eye
With all you weak willed creatures
I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight
All you queers and dirt preachers
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one golden
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one golden
Come all you to my arms
Asking for nothing, asking for anything
Come all you to my arms
Searching for something, asking for anything
Come all you hungry children to my arms
Searching fo something, asking for anythings
Come all you hungry children to my arms
Asking for nothing, earching for anything