My organ sounds like.. it hurts

His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon on an ice crusted midnight

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts

His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New York to ancient Rome in an hour

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts

His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when he sings oh it rains tropical colors

But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts

But when I hear that music all the world is holy and it's good hey hey

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