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Blues are falling like showers of rain |
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But I don't feel like crying |
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Death is abroad this day |
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But I don't feel like dying |
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I learned how to sustain myself |
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How to sustain myself in storms |
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Her tongue was like a scythe |
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And all her bones were haunted |
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A scapegoat for her life |
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Was all she ever wanted |
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I learned how to sustain myself in storms |
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Sir Bedivere slept in the field |
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His armour strewn around him |
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Curled foetus-like beneath his shield, |
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Still weeping when we found him |
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I teetered on the edge of doom |
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Degenerate and broken |
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She sucked the poison out of my wounds |
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And spoke the great unspoken |
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I learned how to sustain myself in storms |
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His monstrous ego, whipped and driven |
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Raged beneath his clothing |
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The compliment he paid was given |
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Not with grace but loathing |
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Deliverance is at the gate |
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With arms and gold in store |
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She apologises for being late |
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But I don't need her anymore |
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I learned how to sustain myself |
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How to sustain myself in storms |
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Scoured and stripped of all pretence |
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Shorn of all illusion |
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I offer nothing in my defence |
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- you may draw your own conclusions |
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I learned how to sustain myself in storms |
