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Charms - The Philosopher Kings
Sleep my love
Dream warm and hard and true
In pieces in colors
In a cloud of awkward blue
Hold my hand
I feel the things you tell no man
Move through you so easy
It's a knife that cuts me through
And you bring me your charms
In the cool of your soft little hands
In the heat of your legs and your arms
You bring me your charms
In my arms
In the circle of my arms
You're my baby my lover
That is warm and hard and true
When you bring me your charms
In the cover of our evening sheets
In the twist of our legs and our arms
You bring me your charms
In my arms
In the circle of my arms
You're my baby my lover
That is warm and hard and true
When you bring me your charms
In the cover of our evening sheets
In the twist of our legs and our arms
Oh you bring me your charms
Oh you bring me your charms
Oh you bring me your charms
Oh you bring me your charms
