Why do I borrow, Cecile my dear?
Battling with no-one,
Appalachian woman
A blizzard tearing screw [unverified]
Of what she sees before
I look forward to my death
Excitement has me short
Our lady of more (Repeat)
Our lady of more, this
Another winter has past and gone
All his desires still
"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out."
They
A pale, haunted man
Walks through this crowded land
He
So this is permanent, love's shackled cry
What once was innocent
I love to ruin my tent, I love the romances
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