You played sapphire to the swine
With his chalices of wine
And
The offer was good, but you turned it down
Just like
Girl, don't you give up on me now
I'm trying to
Wash your face and go to bed
In a room that's
This silver thread the morning sun shines through
We've trapped ourselves
Don't know why
There's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather,
I hear the bells
Ringing in my ear
Telling me that the
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