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Marty Willson-Piper - Sleepy Metal Box lyrics
Sleepy Metal Box how many secrets can you hold Inside your head how many stories have you told A secret life, a seaworld swim And you at the bottom where most things begin Biscuit crumb graveyard how much sweetness Inside your head you scheme with the neatness A forty mile leap to the bedroom floor And black sugar in a cake-stand war Speckled moon with a slight dip The sky is a pencil and you're the tip Draw me an ocean where I can swim Or a Sleepy Metal Box where I can begin Lacey lacey can the curtains cope Throw me a ladder or swing me a rope I'm a romantic gypsy king Stealing the box where all things begin I purchase wicker baskets empty And fill them up so there is plenty Down at the bottom when everything's gone Your grateful circle has again begun Joining the sun with a curving line Sink behind the cloak of time Throw me the moon I'll check it's locked Sleepy Sleepy Metal Box |
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