From the brightest star

Comes the blackest hole

You had so much to offer

Why did you offer your soul?

I was there for you baby

When you needed my help

Would you deny for others

What you demand for yourself?
Cool down mama, cool off

Cool down mama, cool off
You speak of signs and wonders

I need something other

I would believe if I was able

But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
You were pretty as a picture

It was all there to see

Then your face caught up with your psychology

With a mouth full of teeth

You ate all your friends

And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
You speak of signs and wonders

But I need something other

I would believe if I was able

But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
Where you live should not decide

Whether you live or whether you die

Three to a bed

Sister Ann, she said

Dignity passes by
And you speak of signs and wonders

But I need something other

I would believe if I was able

I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table




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