Here we go again
no plots or wishing can stop it now
that ragged march
this spurious sin
You smile the light of me
ply the fight in me
we fly at the sun
ghosts at our back
What we call upon is wicked
a carryover from some time long gone
every time we almost rated
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
What you want I got
I pour it out till you drown
for you I'm ground
and like an anchor you drag me around
And what's it gotten us
a draw at naughts and crosses and
bloody fingers
for all I could have it wounds more to doubt
What we call it now is wicked
just fence to mend and cross to bear
to bury us in want is wicked
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
over and over
bowling me over
sleeping alone
I shouldn't want you
but damn my eyes I do
no plots or wishing can stop it now
that ragged march
this spurious sin
ply the fight in me
we fly at the sun
ghosts at our back
a carryover from some time long gone
every time we almost rated
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
I pour it out till you drown
for you I'm ground
and like an anchor you drag me around
a draw at naughts and crosses and
bloody fingers
for all I could have it wounds more to doubt
just fence to mend and cross to bear
to bury us in want is wicked
you bit the hand and it bit you back
you bit the hand and it bit you back
bowling me over
sleeping alone
I shouldn't want you
but damn my eyes I do
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