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[Verse 1] |
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[Chorus 2] |
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[Verse 2] |
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[Chorus 2] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Woman of custom just severed ties |
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What never changed had always died, so |
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Suddenly she's opened eyes |
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That fill with tears and come alive |
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Her stifled love sleeping forever was |
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Unaroused like changeless weather |
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And little chance that she was ever |
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Going to smash the precious measure |
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She never lived with pain, fear or anger |
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Windowless and tame like a precious stone langoured |
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A heart enchained, willing to surrender |
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But now if storms would only blow |
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She could really feel the roll |
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Those years of sleep, all waking dreams |
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Unpeopled places on painted screens |
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And diffused in subdued streams |
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Her life was cast, traditional schemes |
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She never lived with pain, fear or anger |
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Windowless and tame like a precious stone langoured |
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A heart enchained, willing to surrender |
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But now if storms would only blow |
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Then she could really feel the roll |
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She could really feel the roll |
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A hunger that lasts can have no pain |
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It's just these words that don't explain |
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Eaten alive and spat aout again |
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They jam in the memory like ancient remains |
