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Subthigh
We're sailing on a strange boat
Heading for a strange shore
We're sailing on a strange boat
Heading for a strange shore
Carrying the strangest cargo
That was ever hauled aboard
We're sailing on a strange sea
Blown by a strange wind
We're sailing on a strange sea
Blown by a strange wind
Carrying the strangest crew
That ever sinned
We're riding in a strange car
We're followin' a strange star
We're climbing on the strangest ladder
That was ever there to climb
We're living in a strange time
Working for a strange goal
We're living in a strange time
Working for a strange goal
We're turning flesh and body
Into soul
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Queen of the Damned
I'm growing like a seed
Rain's been falling on me
I've been covered in cold
I've been shrouded in doubt
My heart is on a wire
Sailing pretty like a bird
But the hunter is out
And the eagle is hurt
The word that I
Feel, feel it all
Yes, I can feel
Feel it all
I'm looking to the sky
And I'll be listening to the stars
And maybe thinking of you
And wondering where you are
Do you know what you've done for me
You made my branches grow
Now they can play with the wind
And they can carry the snow
And they can feel
Feel it all
Yes, they can feel,
Feel it all
So take what you want
Leave what you don't need
And I'll go looking for you
You keep your eye out for me
'cause our heart is on a wire
Sitting pretty like a bird
But the hunter is hunting
And the eagle is us
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
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