I bought a heart made of art in the deep, deep south
I thought it was gold so I swallowed it whole
I am in a deep sleep now
I drank from a sapphire cup in my dream
Well, I fought with God
By north Georgia stream
I spoke of woe
And God spoke of truth
Her fist brushed my chin
We fought like men
We tore our skin over you

One, two, three...

I drank ambrosia with someone who knows you
I bet you wish you knew her too
In my dreams I met a great sage
She shuffled and let my cards falls
And I cried out loud
As the ace of spades danced on the hole in my soul




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