It’s not you it’s me,
We gave it a try,
Seeing eye
I used to be a capricon
Stolen, a mother bore me,
Red is the colour of blood when I cut myself,
and
I will wait for you, by the riverside, by the
The world outside has faded
To a miserable grave
The circle is
I open the water
Dissolve in there
We're bubbling upwards
We're floating everywh
I used to be a Capricorn, stolen, a mother bore
In this town we live like Rats, with licence plates
Here comes the milkmaid with her firm shoulders and the
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