We, Us the Pharaohs
Maxwell Farrington & Le SuperHomard
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A vine grows in the jungle like a line flows on a page
A simplified correction caught and caged
A flower whispers on your breath, it likes your cosmic style
A satellite embraced lives just a while
We, us the pharaohs, live for our own ideals
Stained glass and tarot cards could tell us how you feel
Down by over up round here, through stiffs and sailors I’ll be home in a year
A tree grows t’wards the sunlight as my heart grows to the east
Forgotten loves and emails beg belief
Five million silhouettes on call yet resting in a bay
They wish for thirteen lovers each fine day
We, us the pharaohs, live for our own ideals
Stained glass and tarot cards could tell us how you feel
Down by over up round here, through stiffs and sailors I’ll be home in a year
A place to call your own - through a window
Down by over up round here, through stiffs and sailors I’ll be home in a year
A simplified correction caught and caged
A flower whispers on your breath, it likes your cosmic style
A satellite embraced lives just a while
We, us the pharaohs, live for our own ideals
Stained glass and tarot cards could tell us how you feel
Down by over up round here, through stiffs and sailors I’ll be home in a year
A tree grows t’wards the sunlight as my heart grows to the east
Forgotten loves and emails beg belief
Five million silhouettes on call yet resting in a bay
They wish for thirteen lovers each fine day
We, us the pharaohs, live for our own ideals
Stained glass and tarot cards could tell us how you feel
Down by over up round here, through stiffs and sailors I’ll be home in a year
A place to call your own - through a window
Down by over up round here, through stiffs and sailors I’ll be home in a year
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