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DEVENDRA BANHART >> Merchandise Links
DEVENDRA BANHART
The daughter of a man was a mammal She wore the mark of fire and of flame Though they're both the same Born onto the age of the golden Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain Now because my lips have split All the little children they are hiding in front, in the middle, and in the behind And because my nose has froze But I can keep on smelling I could smell my little day away I could smell my whole day away Now because my teeth don't bite I could take them out dancing I could take my little teeth out and show them a real good time Well a real good time, a good time A real good time
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