Ezra Furman – Queen Of Hearts (Guitar)

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It's the search for a church in the bottom of your purse

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A spiritual home you can take to the mall

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You dig and you dig but you can only find your wallet

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And your phone with a hundred missed calls

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You could never return them all

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And I watch you with your purse from the adjacent coffee table

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At the Starbucks they built inside my heart

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And your make-up starts to run, you can see you're getting older

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You can see your life has been hard

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Your face is worn like an old playing card

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The Queen of Hearts

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The Queen of Hearts

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I am working in my bedroom, I'm composing all the music

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For a film that will never be made

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It's the story of my life, a one million hour epic

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About a good man who went down in flames

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Who got lost in God's multitude of names

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Ahhhhhhhh

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I am searching, I am searching I am waving my antenna

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Trying to pick up some signal through this dream

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I'm an ant in a hill but I think and I feel

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And I'm composing these love letters to the queen

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Hoping somebody will see what I mean

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The Queen of Hearts

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The Queen of Hearts

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The Queen of Hearts

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I always heard about God with a wink and a nod

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I guess I took it all too seriously

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But I was five years old and I took what I was told

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To mean that the sublime was in my reach

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That the ocean of the known ends at the beach

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Just up the street

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These days people like that are considered aberrations

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And I'm being corrected as we speak

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This is my heart, it's a motor, it will search the world over

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I'm a search engine, see what I mean?

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I don't need the Internet, I don't need TV

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To find the queen

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The Queen of Hearts

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The Queen

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So if you ever find that church that fits in your purse

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Put it into your cold metal shopping cart

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And keep on wandering the aisles on the sick fluorescent tiles

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We'll be miles and miles apart

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I've got my own search, I'm still just at the start

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I'll be out on the highways looking for my counterpart

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The Queen of Hearts

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