Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
Primitive Radio Gods
She can't dig holes with a shovel
She won't shake hands with the devil
And when she's caught in the middle
She pulls away and it feels
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Like a north wind breezin' your body again
Like a slow day makin' it's way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rushing out like the blood from a beating heart
She holds the neck of the bottle
Her every thought is a riddle
You try to rise to the level
You sink back down and it feels
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A strange and delicate creature
Who only lives if you love her
Invites you to swim in her river
And leaves you under the earth
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Like a north wind
Like a slow say
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rushing out like the blood from a beating heart