Tacoma from Coalmine by The Woes

Lord I'm sitting here in this cage
Infected by insect and by age
Would you have me now?
Or go away?
Sand infests my Loreli
And its always so close to rain
I still have eyes
Though they be half blind
Would you have them now?
Or go away?

Tacoma through my days and Tacoma through my dreams
There's girls on bicycles on the street
Would I have them otherwise or go away?

There's cherry blossoms outside my window now
Through that early morning blue
You know I was born in hte summertime
My appetite ain't ever realized in the winter
I've been asleep for 100 shallow days
And there's a comic sin each evebing as my Madonna, she's all stained
I need a pure fire, she needs a hard rain
If I'm a pure fire
She needs a hard rain

And I don't think I will ever dream again
I wrote my bible lord, and I cast it down again

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