Hawksley Workman Future Language Of Slaves Lyrics

Future Language Of Slaves Lyrics

Come, come over here

Whisper into my ear

Don't, don't  waste your breath

On anyone else, but me

You're warm, your body in bed

Let us wake up, and talk a while

And I, I tell you I'm scared

I tell you I fight, for us both

But, you come from the town

Where Ghandi was born

You say, I always talk tough, when I get drunk

So why don't we pray, whispering the



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But I, I should rejoice

Maybe give voice, to a son

For what brought me here to your arms

Into your painfully true love

Yeah, and God may be close

God only knows ready to say

And what, what would we do

In our last moment's intirity

Would, would we make love?

Or make haste to a mobile phone?

Or, or would we break bread?

Drink the blood that is shed?

And pray to our God, whispering the



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Whipsering the

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Whipsering the...

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