Sarah Jane,
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train.
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream.
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit.
And Matilda asks the sailors "are those dreams or are those prayers?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit.
Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time.
He's one of the greatest to ever do it - sheer mastery, both poetically, and musically.
J
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