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By Fulflej
James Iha=Guitar solos/ arpeggio acoustic guitar
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Lyrics
A bulldozer that works
Brings a monster thar lurks
And I couldn't even tell
Which fingers were hers
And which fingers were mine
A santa that kills
Brings presents to his elves
And I couldn't understand
Why she had lost her breath
I guess it was my lips
Which skimmed across her shoulder blade
A shell that's been shined
Brings indians to mind
And we must have been so close
'Cause we couldn't figure out
Whose stomach had growled
And she is just a plaything of the angels
She does everything with grace
No need to even whisper how delectable her wings are
She'll just fly across your glowing face
And let them span across your inner space
Peers into your eyes and sees reflections of a four-leaf clover
And if you catch her, your luckless days have supposedly passed
The angels schene inside her heart
So now her soul's rotating and her mind's creating
So maybe you should just leave her growing in the grass.
Slide your fingers across the leaves
Until the sun sets in the east
But maybe something this beautiful should just be left growing in the grass...
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