In the supermarket aisle
I found a girl who answered
All the prayers I offered up
I loved her and I'm sure
Deep inside she loved me
But every time I turned around
She grew wings and morphed
Into some form of insect
Of the likes I'd never seen
In a supermarket aisle
Hazy with the fog of dreams
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