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Ghost
02:32
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Under a tree you will find me,
Covered in autumn leaves,
drenched by the streams that run inside me,
as they pour from my eyes,
rest and then freeze.
And the animals will worry for me,
The children will run and hide,
as I produce a river thats just like the tide,
It will push you and pull you and drown you by loving you.
And people will say,
What ever happened to that poor old girl,
What ever happened to that poor old girl.
Then I will be the ghost in your cupboard,
The one that whispers to you when you sleep,
taking you down into the underworld
guiding your dreams into the dark deep.
Then will dive out of your eyes,
I will dive right out of your eyes,
I will dive out of your eyes,
I will dive right out of your eyes,
And people will say,
What ever happened to that poor old girl,
What ever happened to that poor old girl.
Then the dark place at the top of my thighs,
Will weep and ache and mourn and cry,
and somewhere between my molars and my pre molars,
you will be lodged and I'll taste you till I die.
I will taste you until I die,
I will taste you until I die,
I will taste you until I die,
And people will say,
What ever happened to that poor old girl,
What ever happened to that poor old girl.
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Buttercup
05:59
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Under my chin she held a buttercup,
She prayed for my weaknesses damning and cold,
She held my hand perfectly smoothly,
I am her dream,
Her story untold.
And we walked inside our golden tunnel,
Our steps they rhymed for a moment or two,
Then she laid down and gave herslf to me,
And I stole her light,
Her dignity,
And her youth.
Now I will be her silent torment,
I will take all her days, her thoughts and her years,
In her eyes you will see my poison,
I will sting her reduce and decant all her tears.
like a trophy they will sit on my minds mantlepiece,
where the dust will settle on the flower I took,
On this young life I carelessly trampled on,
She won't forget the way that I looked.
Under your skin I will creep like a fantasy
Under your skin I will creep like a fantasy
Under your skin I will creep like a fantasy
Under your skin I will creep like a fantasy
I am so weary you've left me undone
I am so weary you've left me undone
I am so weary you've left me undone
I am so weary you've left me undone
Under my chin she held a buttercup
Under my chin she held a buttercup
Under my chin she held a buttercup
Under my chin she held a buttercup
On my wedding day,
I will wear a dress of silk,
and light white petals will fall,
On my golden hair,
On my wedding day,
In the silver forest,
underneath the only apple tree.
I will be Queen and you will be King
underneath the only apple tree
I will be Queen and you will be King
underneath the only apple tree.
On my wedding day,
Somewhere in the forest,
I will find you weeping for
all the times you've broken me,
We will find our unity,
When you make your vows to me,
and they will be written in
Your obituary
You will see my beauty
Like you've never seen it before,
Underneath the only apple tree.
I will be Queen and you will love me
Regardless of the chaos and disarray
I live in between,
and the angels will sing for us,
and the devil will bow his head,
and the soil will absorb us together
When we are dead
When we are dead
When we are dead
When we are dead
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Butterfly
03:40
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Guilty
03:22
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I'm guilty, I'm guilty,
I'm flawed and I'm trouble,
And I will make everything wrong,
Because I'm ruthlessly lonely,
and desperately passionate,
And I'm going where
I do not belong.
Because his eyes are like pools,
that I want to dive in to,
His words are all I want to hear,
And I know that he sees me
I know that he feels it,
I can tell when he stands far to near.
And it's all for nothing you will see,
It's all for nothing you will see,
I'm guilty, I'm guilty,
I'm flawed and I'm trouble,
And I want to taste her so much,
I know that I'm making
a mock of my woman,
But I can't resist this girls
poisonous touch.
She's a nymph,
She's a maniac.
She's a beautiful lunatic,
And I will fill her with fear.
I'll take her and make her
wreck her and break her
Then I will leave her in tears.
And it's all for nothing you will see,
It's all for nothing you will see,
So we'll twist and we'll turn,
And we'll wreck and we'll hurt,
And we will make everything very wrong,
And we'll live out our fantasies
in a room filled with daggers
and we will never belong,
We will never belong.
And it's all for nothing you will see,
It's all for nothing you will see,
We're guilty, we're guilty,
We're flawed and we're trouble,
We're guilty, we're guilty,
We're flawed and we're trouble,
We're guilty, we're guilty,
We're flawed.
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Dust
03:46
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Love
04:48
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Oh how I feel there is a waltz coming on all over,
There are ribbons attached to your words,
There are sweeping statements
Dancing through your small talk,
and oh how I feel there's a waltz coming on,
Oh how I feel there's a waltz.
Dance close to me,
I won't breath a word to anyone,
Be close with me,
I'll be gone
When we're done,
Oh how I feel there's a waltz coming on,
Oh how I there's a waltz.
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Blustering
04:12
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They came from the ground with no fear of the world,
Majestically beautiful, wrecklessly colourful,
Dancing on the breeze,
Flowers with petals and dark green leaves,
Harmless and gentle, harmless weak.
Blustering down from the heights,
You came you left I saw your strife,
In every colour a perfect rainbow,
A revelation to me.
Taken I was, taken you were,
Stranded we were,
I kept saying,
All of this means everything,
everything to me.
Why do we lie,
lie to ourselves,
Just to feel something,
Something,
In our time.
So we lived inside decay,
wondering why we chose to stay,
It never made any sense to me,
Any sense at all,
Fearing your touch, your desire,
While we trampled on the fire,
You proded at me relentlessly,
Until I felt the pain.
Why do we lie,
lie to ourselves,
Just to feel something,
Something,
In our time.
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Pillow
04:54
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Dancing lies on a clear blue sky,
I will tear at your disguise,
That you wear so well,
for me to look through,
You're a beautiful one
and you're almost true.
Yet, I am paralysed by your stare,
Like a poor thing caught in a hunters snare,
To wait for a slow and painful demise,
I will break your stare,
I will run from your eyes.
You looked so lonely
when you were asleep,
Now you are the only
distraction I keep,
Under my pillow,
you whisper your doubt,
My tears would fall better,
If I threw my pillow out.
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