Lyrics A Million Miles from Crescent Skies - NoMBe
A
million
miles
from
crescent
skies
Far
from
light
or
dire
times
We
exercise
our
right
to
fly
up
eye
to
eye
'til
we
arrive
And
as
we
fall
back
down
to
our
demise
To
a
pillow
case
and
a
mighty
sigh
Short
of
breath
from
a
climb
this
high
I
think,
"What
a
decline"
If
this
is
it
I'm
fine
with
dying
Say
goodbye
to
everything
that
I
am
Flesh
and
mind
Thoughts
of
Freud
And
hello
odes
of
joy
I'm
your
newest
employee
waiting
to
be
assigned
And
oh
how
I
will
oblige
Blindly,
kind,
without
a
fight
Let's
rest
(Sex)
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