| Letter to a Friend |
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| There’s a spy in the sky machine those eyes are keen to see |
| Tear me apart, my way, no casual affair deeper down it flashes |
| The work of a lier unsound, unstable, unseen |
| And my deplorable deed still festers with ruby eyes |
| Did you notice I died |
| And I’m born again to figure how we lost your heart |
| This needle in my conscience I cannot repair so will you ever feel right? |
| I keep trying to feed my head |
| And make pretend |
| That no more will I bend |
| No casual affair |
