| And it’s 4am and we will stalk again
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| The princess and her bitter queen.
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| On the 4th day of July
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| Deep in summers eye,
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| Naked like the truth should always be.
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| So speak your knives.
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| (Don't follow, with your foot)
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| All this pain here,
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| (All comes from your dry lung)
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| I won’t listen
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| (Your rhetoric is fleeting)
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| My lies are fixed with glue.
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| Coming straight from off the water
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| Sunburned face and drunken father
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| Crying as she’s carving in her flesh.
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| And it’s 4am and we will stalk again
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| The princess and her bitter queen.
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| On the 4th day of July
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| Deep in summers eye,
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| Naked like the truth should always be.
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| This false art
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| (Of palm trees and trash heaps)
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| This burning bed
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| (Where my ghost will now sleep)
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| Watching romance from a far seat
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| Bleeding from the glass on my feet
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| Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
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| And it’s 4am and we will stalk again
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| The princess and her bitter queen.
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| On the 4th day of July
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| Deep in summers eye,
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| Naked like the truth should always be.
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| An angel on his two knees
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| Arms stretched towards the red sea
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| Of violence and a sultry tongue
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| The scenic view of carnage
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| 'Caused by the sword in his hands
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| The beauty resonates in birth.
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| It’s plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
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| Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
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| I lay in space choked by my own air.
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| I love the taste of your blackened lips.
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| And it’s 4am and we will stalk again
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| The princess and her bitter queen.
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| On the 4th day of July
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| Deep in summers eye,
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| Naked like the truth should always be. |