You are one of God
You crying, tragic waste of skin
I
And you still won
Now I
To try and save your swollen face
No, I don
You, lying, trying spaces
My oh my
A song to say goodbye
A song to say goodbye
A song to say,
Before our innocent was lost
You were always one of those, blessed with lucky sevens
And the voice that made me cry
My oh, my
You are Mother Nature
Someone to whom I could relate
Your needle and your damage done
Remains a sort of twist of fate
Now I
To pull you up from the liquid, sky
With just your songs to say goodbye
My oh my
A song to say goodbye
A song to say goodbye
A song to say,
Before our innocent was lost
You were always one of those, blessed with lucky sevens
And the voice that made me cry
It
It
It
It
It
It
It
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