Lost on the stage I was looking her way to see,
She was naming the dead and talking in poetry.

And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.

And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.

And I hate that river I know I have rivals dear,
But if books are my home then you killed my family.


And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.

Every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.

My heart is a wasp's nest
(My heart is a wasp's nest)
My imagination was the first apple tree.

My heart is a wasp's nest
(My heart is a wasp's nest)
My imagination was the first apple tree.

My heart is a wasp's nest
My imagination was the first apple tree.

My heart is a wasp's nest
(My heart is a wasp's nest)
My imagination was the first apple tree.

And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.

And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.


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