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She flirts with disaster
Always conscious, timeless pastor
Her presence enigmatic
No senseless time to waste
She juggles mime with laughter like a war
But exists in a silicone breed
There's only time for judgements
For others she needless say
Oh I'm tired
Of wanting some space
By myself
With no one lurking around
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Give me silence
No more talking
Give me patience, before I fail
Before my voice fails
Ew delightful oh delightful laborers
When the rattle when the rattle crows
Hunger into poison weed
Eat the rock, eat the rock, a beggar breaks
Before I fail
Before my voice fails
And the children of the flood
The stones, the stones of the church's
Ruins, then the wind will howl
All around
Before I fail
Before before before my voice fails
Before I fail
Before before before my voice
Before my voice fails
The cockleshell and sure
Has a way of knowing
But I'm deaf to his part
But I'm deaf to his heart
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Oh my darling won't you pity me
When I'm reaching
When I'm reaching for your heart
If sins were gold I'd cover my eyes
If he art was forth I'd water my mouth
Oh by the sea, stand next to me yeah (4x)
Oh my darling won't you pity me
When I'm reaching
When I'm reaching for your heart
Oh how fate solves our problems
To not go back in time
And rain the ones you love
Please please tell me
See he bathed in her laquer
And it was scented by the sun
There were waves
And they were crashing around
Drenched in drink
I cover myself
The wind was whipping the window
See she was alone, like a nomad
And remember
She was scented
She was scented by the sun
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