Precita

I met you on a dime
 With an appetite
 
 I showed up alone in Precita heights
 I met you in the dark, I met you in the dark
 With your hands full of tar, with your hands full of tar
 We turned into gold, and we turned into stars
 The highest soul has the whitest spark
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 The highest soul has the whitest spark
 
 I met you in a dream, I met you in a dream
 I was a boat on the sea, I was a boat on the sea
 Oh, the sacred fire burned, I was a wave of the deep
 And I met you in the womb, I met you in the womb
 Licking the prophets' wounds, I met you in the womb
 Our father is the sun, our mother is the moon
 
 The highest soul has the empty tomb
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 The highest soul has the empty tomb
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 The highest soul has the whitest spark
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 The highest soul has the whitest spark