All my skin like porcelain
Crack beneath the pressure of your
Dance the dance
We call living and dying
In the valley of
A Thousand pairs of firey eyes
Burn like a serpent down
Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her
He is jealous for me
Love's like a hurricane, I am
I dreamed there was a fountain
I dreamed there was a
There is a lion
Coming into London Town
Walking on the promenade
Standing
With our you I'm just
Water and dust
A disaster a face
You step through me
And the screen door hits the wood
And
Ten thousand glimmering like coals in our chest
Ball bearings drawn
I feel like I've been walking in my sleep
Digging trenches
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