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To fleer you is to stay by your side To fear you is to press this thorn in your side Won't you kiss your ends? Will you hold her hand and waltz with her? Will she take her wand and cause you to suffer? Spin my magic, precious Won't you take her hand for me? Lie in for me as I am beginning Reconcile me for these sins As the newlyborn begin their sinning Slow, spin the record So we can hear precisely what was heard I bore your love like a scratch on my teeth You showed me your love rolled into the words Of a dead letter in the hands of the dead messenger Tied by grey ribbon, exposed at the sides Hold this chain like your father taught you to Push the innocent animals up to the flame I'd thrust mine in first, if it would sanctify you Who drew our blood in our beds? Your chemicals were mixed for her You're the only who could've done... And mine will match yours for sure You're the only who could've done... From Letras Mania