| Rare is this love, keep it covered
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| I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
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| Run until you feel your lungs bleeding
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| Oh but the farrow know
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| Her hungry eye, her ancient soul
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| It’s carried by the sneering menagerie
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| Know what it is to grow
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| Beneath her sky, her punishing cold
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| To slowly learn of her ancient misery
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| To be twisted by something
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| A shame without a sin
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| Like how she twisted the bog man
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| After she married him
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| Rare is this love, keep it covered
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| I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
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| Run until you feel your lungs bleeding
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| But in all the world
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| There is one lover worthy of her
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| With as many souls claimed as she
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| But for all he’s worth
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| He still shatters always on her earth
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| The cause of every tear she’d ever weep
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| Rushing ashore to meet her
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| Foaming with loneliness
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| White hands to fondle and beat her
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| Give her his onliness
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| Rare is this love, keep it covered
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| I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
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| Run 'til you feel your lungs bleeding
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| Rare is this love, keep it covered
|
| I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
|
| Run until you feel your lungs bleeding
|
| Rare is this love, keep it covered
|
| I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
|
| Run until you feel your lungs bleeding
|
| Rare is this love, keep it covered
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| I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
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| Run until you feel your lungs bleeding |