Death's Kiss

Purson

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    Out of the flying pan and into the fire
    Swimming against the tide and sinking into the mire
    I'm getting the hang of hanging in blissful suspension
    Letting the tongue in groove and following it's direction

    Oh, but we can only fantasise
    Death's kiss is all I need to find
    But in the meantime I'll load my pipe and guess

    Theres is a place where matter ceases to matter
    And if I could take you there, we'd set up a home on saturn
    Spin in a endless orbit, wheeling and reeling
    Rever missing the time, the day or the floor or ceiling

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    Oh, but we can only fantasise
    Death's kiss is all I need to find
    But in the meantime I'll load my pipe and guess

    Out of the flying pan and into the fire
    Swimming against the tide and sinking into the mire
    I've still got a lot to learn but I've learned to be thankful
    The flashes of truth I've seen are worth the rentless battle

    Oh, but we can only fantasise
    Death's kiss is all I need to find
    But in the meantime I'll load my pipe and guess
    Out of the flying pan and into the fire...

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    Composition: Cunningham

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