"All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure for love
There ain't no drink no drug
(Ah tell them, angels)
There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love "
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure for love
There ain't no drink no drug
(Ah tell them, angels)
There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love "
"Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love"
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