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Beautiful |
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Alone with my enemy |
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And share a bitter cup |
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Of poisoning |
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My countenance |
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To see his face in mine |
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And follow every line |
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Back to my enemy |
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You are mine |
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Pennyroyal wine fly |
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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 |
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Falling fast from a state of grace |
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And trusting there is a light |
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In darkest place |
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My dirty knees |
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Hold the ground till it's done with me |
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I've come to see that beauty is a thing |
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That is without grace |
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You are mine |
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Pennyroyal wine fly |
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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 |
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At home with my history |
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And run the scarlet ink |
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With the tears of mercy |
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My battle wounds |
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Lay to rest a treasure box |
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And thinkin of the scars |
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As the jewels of my story |
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You are mine |
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Pennyroyal wine fly |
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Like an innocent child |
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That followed every line |
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Back to my enemy |
