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Page France - Junkyard lyrics
"Junkyard"
You, me, and all the kings and queens
 Buried in the junkyard,
 And every time the herald Cherub sings
 We rattle with the car parts
 I was born to lie here patiently
 Be dragged on by the black star
 And you were told to glow majestically
 And love until your hands bleed
 You stole your mother's whitest gown
 Swallowed like a sunbeam
 And I stole your father's crusted crown
 It shook us like a bad dream
 They warned to lie impatiently
 Waiting for the big swingPage France - Junkyard - http://motolyrics.com/page-france/junkyard-lyrics.html
 And you were more than dressing for a feast
 Eat until your teeth bleed
 Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
 You look painfully true
 But I saw you cry
 Like you used to laugh
 When you looked around 
 Were you looking back
 At a lonely love
 As to sprouting beans
 No one's quite as bloom
 As they play to be
 I would love to stay
 But my work is through
 I'm the truest song
 That was never true















