| Tied to an anchor, caught in the light.
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| Make your demands.
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| Now tell me this won’t be right come tomorrow.
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| And in the distance I see all the stars collide.
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| I’ll pray the weeds succumb to me
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| With hope I’ll lie to surprise what is hollow.
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| Above your treeline a cloud may arise and swallow your soul.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| A necklace cut of stone,
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| Carving spells «alone.»
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| Still sick, sick to my stomach.
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| If only you were listening.
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| Baby, tell me something…
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| That’s not it.
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| If only you were listening.
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| Baby, tell me something…
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| That’s not it.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| She falls asleep on the floor. |
| (Lie with me.)
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| Conviction will swallow the whore. |
| (God save me.)
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| I hoped you would see
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| Lack there of generosity.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore.
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| Swallow his seed, I know you want to sing me to sleep.
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| Now come on, lovely, this can’t go on anymore. |