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von Mobius Band

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Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
′Cause we're restless
And we can never say no
But tonight we′re drawn
Like foxes in to higher climbs

And the sirens moan
Such a complicated song tonight
It moans such a pretty song


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Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
We come starlit
And take up the sky
With a swollen appetite
That'll never tell us why
The wind is at your back
The wind is at your throat
The wind is at your throat

Slowly now
Like a ballerina in the sand
With your mother's eyes
And your paper lips you keep clenched tight
And the violin
That you′re clutching in your hand

It moans
Such a complicated song tonight
It moans such a pretty song

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Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
We come starlit
In the middle of a storm
With a book of appetites your mother wrote
It says, "The wind is at your back
When the wind is at your throat
The wind is at your throat"