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Lyrics
The Silver Flute
There is a man with
Holes in his shoes
Holes in his heart
And he'll tell you
About a time
When he loved his soul
His shoes were ragged then,
He lived high above the town
On a wooden stool
Whose three legs acted as one
Every morning,
He would take his battered flute
And meet the sun
at the peak of the hill
Together they would play channels
Of Love
To the one above
His silver flute glistened in the sun,
Washed anew
The tunes would flow through him,
Heaven kissed
It was his reason, he determined
His reason for his existence
The man's attention turned to the town
He said, well,
"These shoes have holes"
and them, going down
And he liked what he saw,
What he felt,
The pleasures he tasted
That hurt him in his sleep
A bud awakened in his heart, and flowered
Petals of blood
Black blood bled slowly away
Black blood bled slowly away
And he stayed in the town,
He never used to be innocent but
Man's heart
Can always get darker
Can always get darker
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