| peel your thumb, a lace,
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| pale, you stun away
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| may you shun a stray
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| way you shone, a phrase, afraid of coming
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| you’re not a saint, pyre,
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| you’re not a way to covet me
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| you’re not a saint, pyre,
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| you’re not a way to covet me
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| wear your pastel brace
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| dark your bronze, a grey
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| yield your calm, a grace
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| air you palm, obey, obey and come in
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| you’re not a saint, pyre,
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| you’re not a way to covet me
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| you’re not a saint, pyre,
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| you’re not a way to covet me
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| ricochet around
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| wreath for your body
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| your pretty vowels, dour sea
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| hush the laic drown
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| swoon through your eyelids
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| your pretty mouth, your dowry
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| you’re not a saint, liar,
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| you’re not a saint, collider,
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| you’re not afraid to covet me
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| you’re not a saint, liar,
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| you’re not a saint, collider,
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| you’re not afraid to covet me |