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I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me a smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black come out and kiss me, darling I promise I'll kiss you back. a new head on my shoulder, a needle in my ear every kind word brings new pain instead of my eyes, her reflection in the mirror. I have a sickness, but I'm not the only one even in health ... in eachother's arms, they're wasting away sickened just as I am and crippled with disease a song comes from above I look up -- there's a tree and a small brown bird even the sparrows have built a nest but we, poor fools, have built nothing what a shame not to know that you're dying tell us we're dying, tell us again. I have a sickness the sparrows built a nest my crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth as my broken head finds rest From Letras Mania