I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.
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Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He’s the one I see right through
She’s the abscess on my lip
The splinter in my fingertip
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
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She the sea I’m sinkin’ in
He’s the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can’t tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
Oh, we’re a pretty, pretty pair
Yes, we are
All, all the king’s horses
And all of his men
Couldn’t tear us apart
Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away
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