Lady, all the troubles are my fright, I disgust you Feel the power you cut the truth into you Why do you think I did not on this rely? I could kiss you with lines of escape in my mouth Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman Stars shined on my back as I slept and knew you You didnt leave it all You made an even call My belly released the stars and tears between the scars Ooh Below this well end here until the end of time Beyond the moment that ends our bondage I am your failed husband contender Im your loan shark of bliss This dream youve ridden on turns your world to explosions I need to be alone to heal this bleeding stone Now, smell the rain of London, it still insists That we beg for our purity As if we are pure in the reign of our contentment As if I can think of this no more
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