Song for Lorca

Lyrics
The line of her headband Into the night of her ears The fountain of hair between those lips Drink it before it's not pure anymore Drink it before it's not pure anymore Gypsy won't have anything with her She said "the line in her hand is too new," and "He'll come from across the water Well his victory comes slow but true" Victory comes slow Victory comes slow but true Victory comes slow Blind in Granada Deaf in Seville Down and out in Andalucia The moon's coming in for the kill Blind in Granada Deaf in Seville Down and out in sweet Barcelona The moon's coming in for the kill Sunrise attacking her fingers She writes a word in the sand "Hey green, you're so fast & so good" Poetry came through this time Poetry came through Poetry came through this time Poetry came through We're blind in Granada Deaf in Seville Down and out in Andalucia The moon's coming in for the kill Blind in Granada Deaf in Seville Down and out in sweet Barcelona The moon's coming in for the kill
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- Apostle Of Hustle