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Hyacinth lightning virgin |
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Breathing in your ear |
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She says you've gone and hurt her |
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Turned her pure-white body clear |
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Shiver through the open window |
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The streetcars rumble by |
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You long for your winter lady |
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Not this stranger by your side |
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Not this stranger by your side |
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The morning air does compel you |
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To float down the spiral stairs |
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Spanish-blue stockings yawning |
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And the ashes in the air |
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Oh Captain, you ask yourself |
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I miss her of the raven hair |
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What future did you behold |
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When you stole me away from there |
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When you stole me away from there |
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She of the bloom and frost |
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Of cucumber and olive oil |
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She of the spring I've lost |
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To the song of the nightingale |
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Well, the penitent man will be forgiven |
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But the black-hearted will rot |
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So oh golden king forgive me |
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For not being what I'm not |
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For not being what I'm not |
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The captain says he won't answer |
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From his throne of light and pearls |
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Your grotesque, shrouded body |
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That you loathe and you love |
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Is just an accident only you can bear |
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You're invisible and as wild as the sea |
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And you hurt what you hold most dear |
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You're the traitor, and you are me |
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You're the traitor, and you are me |
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You're the traitor, and you are me |
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You're the traitor, and I am thee |
