Disc 1 | ||||||
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1. |
| 4:01 | ||||
Moving south she is here
Circling round she is here She is the hunter, oh ha, you are the hunted She is the hunter, oh oh, you are the hunted You are the hunted Catching men in her net A bird of prey, collecting specimens She is the hunter, ah ha, you are the hunted She is the hunter, oh oh, you are the hunted You are the hunted You are the hunted You are the hunted Moving in for the kill Thin as sin, she is here She is the hunter, oh oh, she is the hunter Ah oh, ah ah You are the hunted |
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2. |
| 2:52 | ||||
When the Libra moon is high
And your ashes like the petals blow And I spill myself like holy wine In an audience with your pilgrim soul And I’m with you within you, with you And when you stare up at the satellites And your almond eyes are sad as coal I’m with you, within you, with you |