Indian Rope Man

[00:25.11] Fog dangling thick
[00:28.20] Can't see the right road
[00:30.22] Streets are sick,
[00:32.90] The eight day mill
[00:35.16] It might grind slow, but it grinds fine
[00:42.62] Indian rope man, while lookin' on
[00:46.63] Tells common clay he's heavenly born
[00:50.75] Retired layman looks on in scorn,
[00:54.50] With a transplanted heart
[00:58.31] Kiss him quick, he has to part.
[01:01.94] Yeah... yeah
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[01:11.10] Indian rope man sees the times,
[01:15.44] Splitting loose the edge of minds
[01:19.42] Catching losers in his line, in his line, yeah
[01:26.97] Kiss him quick, he has to part.
[01:32.11] Yeah... yeah
[01:39.83] Indian rope man flexes his eye,
[01:43.62] Dissolving the fog
[01:45.73] Revealing the lie
[01:48.01] Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart, yeah
[01:55.64] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[02:00.78] Yeah... yeah
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[02:36.30] Indian rope man sees all strife
[02:40.58] Cutting down eternal life
[02:44.58] When his soul transcends his heart, oh
[02:51.95] Kiss him quick, he has to part.
[02:55.54] Yeah... yeah
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