All my skin like porcelain
Crack beneath the pressure of your
Dance the dance
We call living and dying
In the valley of
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
When everythings said and done
Your all I really have
In the
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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