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This skin full of bones |
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Offers me no |
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Resistance to your charms, |
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And I am on the rocks. |
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I have chosen |
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Ruffled feathers and the devil we know best. |
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You sing to me, |
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And I, |
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I am lost. |
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You will find me in |
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The darkest corners and |
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I will ask you to leave. |
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I want nothing here that doesn't need to be. |
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I have chosen |
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Ruffled feathers and the devil we know best. |
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You sing to me, |
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And I, |
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I am lost. |
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You sing to me, |
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With your arms wide open and |
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You sing to me, |
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With a bird in your hand. |
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You sing to me, |
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With your arms wide open and |
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You sing to me. |
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I will stay here, |
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If you want me to. |
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I will stay here, |
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If you ask me. |
