Counting Crows - When I Dream Of Michelangelo
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Well you know I don't like you
but you wanna be my friend
Well, there are bodies on the ceiling
and they're fluttering their wings
It's ok I'm angry
But you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again
And I can't why you'd want to talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain
But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again
Saturn on a line
A sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like
