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Fire Song
03:46
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We watched it turn from blue to gray
We packed our bags to stay and wait
I will wait, wait for more
I will weigh all I have in the palm of my hands
It could all turn to ash
Is it worse to wonder or to know?
We watched it turn from gray to black
We left and never will go back
I will wait, wait for more
I will take all I can in the back of my van
It could all turn to ash and it all turned to ash
And is it worse to wonder or to know?
Stay inside and close the door
To imagine the horror
There's no door to close any more
You need to know it's worse to know
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Mountain Tiger
03:53
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I'm not a vulture, I can't smell meat from ten miles away
I've not lost my luster, in the pale light I am still glowing with rage.
If he didn't leave a mark, a finger print, a work of art
My name would fall apart, a branch, a tree of twisting bark
My hands unfolding, gracious and white, torn away from the frame
Of all I'm holding, not blood, not child, but words still remain
If he didn't leave a mark, a finger print, a work of art
My name would fall apart, a branch, a tree of twisting bark
I'm a mountain tiger, I ask for your forgiveness
Forgiveness
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Jane Eyre
03:40
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Out on the wily, windy moors
Something is a creeping through the corridors
Something is moving on the third floor
in the dead of the night
she's a hell of a sight
Down at his study at his pipe at night
a man of many wishes by the candle light
a little lust a'brewing in his wandering eye
A child so plain and poor, she's so obscure, she's obscure
I'm kept away, just out of sight
Only come out in the dead of the night
When I come out, I'll give you a fright
And I will set your curtains alight!
I'll burn down your house
Old Grace Poole climbs up the stairs
Pours herself a drink and settles into her chair
She's falling off to sleep not quite aware
Of what's behind the door, she shouldn't ignore
Jane the governess is still awake
Trying to find sleep in his great estate
She can hear the sound of his mistake
Creeping through the halls, scratching on the walls
You can hear her call
I'll burn down your house
Oh, you may try to forget me
Try!
In the ashes of Thornfield, I lie
Oh, this is your happy ending
Why?
Though she may have you and not me
I'll keep your eyes
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The Devil's Bed
05:09
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I've got cold feet, will you warm them up for me?
Slow down, take a seat, will you have enough for me?
I want something better for myself this time around.
Did you come in here and touch the fruit?
Take a bite, won't you have a few?
Come and go just as you please
Make yourself at home, feel at ease
I'll make it easy for you baby, you'll never leave
your piss on the toilet seat
Like the Wide Sargasso Sea
We're not quite what we said we'd be
and the fruit that was so sweet
tears me up inside, how it sickens me
It makes you queasy don't it, baby?
But you'll never leave
You're stuck in this web with me
Hades fed Persephone
1,2,3,4,5,6 pomegranate seeds
and there's no more mystery
every bit of rot shines so violently
It use to please me but now, baby, all I can see
Is the mirror that you hold for me
It ain't easy is it, baby, but I'll never leave
the bed that I made for me
Oh, you'll never have to lie
Oh, you'll never justify
Oh, and when we scream and fight
Oh, just always say I'm right
Just tell me that I'm right
I've got cold feet, will you warm them up for me?
Slow down, take a seat, it's never enough for me.
I want something better from myself this time around
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