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Head Automatica The Speed Of A Yellow Bullet

a preacher with a secret And he dare not make a sound I see the smoke and fire And the market burning down I see a tulip on the grave Of a lover who confessed I'm a

make a sound I see the smoke and fire And the market burning down I see a tulip on the grave Of a lover who confessed I'm a soldier and a poet But I'm a

a preacher with a secret And he dare not make a sound I see the smoke and fire And the market burning down I see a tulip on the grave Of a lover who confessed I'm a