Troubles
Back in my bones
Crawling up to the head
Bloodless trip of her name’s sake
Imaginative, kind of a fiction
Let this be our last seduction
None of use could see the lines
The boundary to where we step out
Like the last crush
I’m beginning to see the light
Of your darkest soul in the night
Just the way it were, just the way it were
My beloved lady
Untangible bond between us
Before it’s too late to wake up
After death, there will be no heaven above
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