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Waxwing
all of my prophets
All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
So itâ no wonder that Iâve been the victim of,
All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
So itâs no wonder that Iâve been the victim of
A wavering faith
A wavering faith, call me weak if you like
My body gets tired
Of itâs internal driver
Relentless unsatisfied and wired
Look at were youâre coming from
All sheâs been through and all youâve done
Stop beating on the ones you love
I am the Instrument youâve all Awaited
Humble Iâve been humiliated
Iâve seen things youâll never see
I know what you want to be
So listen if answers you seek
Turn your eyes inside out
Come to expect all youâve doubted
Everythingâs laid out for you, nothing need be told you
You will know the truth