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Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs then blues Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else You steam our unstable eyes and glass Not get passed off through my bird lips as good news You'll have the hardest black and dullest knife We hanged your pass and start being as you
Still being cried and laughed at before Still being cried and laughed at before Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying
And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
He'll have the hardest black and dullest ignite Still being cried and laughed at from behind me We hanged your pass and star being as you Still being cried and laughed at before
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me Still being cried and laughed at before
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying Still being cried and laughed at from behind me Hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque for key More from Charlotte Martin