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Lydia Lyrics

You're still lost, dear
You want your feet in the ground
A blessed disaster
Hiding salt in your gown
With clouds a pinkish hue,
At night you're easily dreaming
The morning beckons you
To see the walls are bleeding

Feeling safe with those demands
Wait long for days to be slow
You smile when you're d***ed
But you never let your teeth show
Your funeral pyre
Began as a heap
Of brilliant butchers
Stacked in bags on your beach

You gave away your clues
Then you cut off your nose
Your face cracked and knew
That it wasn't so bold
Feeling safe with those demands
Wait long for days to be slow
You smile when you're d***ed
But you never let your teeth show

The raft it found two
Old foes in the past
Your wits subdued you,
Turned your grey days to black
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