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Polyhymnia
Pop music says it all
So does grafitti in the hall
Priests pray, wolves howl
Everybody's talking 'bout Ga - Ga - Gahd.
It makes her happy, it makes him blue
It drives them in and out of love with you
It's what I wish I could out-grow,
Honey I'm talking 'bout Ga - Ga - Gahd.
God kills you and God makes you live
God made Dante write terza rima
God gets as good as they give
God the chaos and God the schema.
God is the noisy wake up call,
God is the terrified dreamer.
Pop music says it all
So does the silence in the sound.
So does the handwriting on the wall.
So does the wall around it.
Priest's pray, lovers lie
Addicts practice and babies cry
Let's be different, you and me,
Let's not talk about Ga - Ga - Gahd.
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