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Beautiful, alone with my enemy |
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And share a bitter cup of poisoning |
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My countenance to see his face in mine |
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And follow every line back to my enemy |
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You are mine, penny royal wine |
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Fly like an innocent child |
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That followed every line |
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Back to my enemy |
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Beautiful, falling fast from a state of grace |
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And trusting there's a light in darkest place |
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My dirty knees hold the ground till it's done with me |
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I've come to see that beauty is a thing that is without grace |
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You are mine, penny royal wine |
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Fly like an innocent child |
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That followed every line |
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Back to my enemy |
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Beautiful, at home with my history |
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And run the scarlet ink with the tears of mercy |
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My battle wounds lay to rest in a treasure box |
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And thinking of the scars as the jewels of my story |
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You are mine, penny royal wine |
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Fly like an innocent child |
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That followed every line |
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Back to my enemy |
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