| I am a swan’s wing, bloodied at the joint
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| And pasted to a boy’s back, like in that story
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| You waved to me from a mountain as I slipped away
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| Dimming into rust-lit winters with a burning apple branch
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| Who are you that darkness my shade? |
| You burned my door down
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| Don’t wait for me, because you’re a liar
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| And each time you dream in colour, I’ll be holding your head under
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| Who took my time away? |
| I know you’ll hear me now
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| I know you’ll hear me now… You missed your way out!
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| I thought I had it all
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| When I was left in shame, I gained even more!
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| You will welter on your hurried path with me as a prince to the world
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| All the beauty that is all of Life shall walk with me
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| And you shall walk alone… in shame!
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| Dry as a bone withered and cold stuck with a dagger again behold me for I am
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| centuries old cut on the lips by secretive men
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| Terror I watch you nervous slowly insert the dagger again twisting the furnace
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| walls gripping my breast writhing in want
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| Smothered within your heavenly haunt cut on the lips by secretive men slowly
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| insert the dagger again |